"The Velvet Room?" Grayson's eyes darkened at the mention of the place where they'd first connected sexually and emotionally… the masks that allowed them to drop the walls and see each other for who they truly were. Where Sir had claimed Red as his own. "What about it?"
Honey shifted against him, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Do we... still need it? Now that we have each other."
Grayson considered this as his hand slid up her back, tracing her spine through the emerald suit. "Need it? No." His voice dropped lower. "But would I take you back there sometime, purely for pleasure? Yes. If you wanted."
She met his gaze, relief and desire mingling in her expression. "I wasn't sure how you felt about it. I liked… I enjoyed it."
"The Velvet Room served its purpose," Grays
