Stranger things have happened. Like Paul shutting him in a bathroom and sucking his brains out of his d**k.
Ace gave a full-body shudder at the memory. He couldn't believe that the man who first f****d him senseless then coolly acted like they had never met would ever drop to his knees and turn him to pudding with his tongue like that.
A swirl of black and white by his feet brought his mind back to the present. Lola was rubbing a flank against his jeans, marking him with feline scent.
Speaking of scent, Ace could tell he was pretty ripe from all that manual labor.
Step one: bath. Extra bubbles. And a bottle of moscato. Stat.
Ace left Lola to its own devices while he lounged in his restored claw foot tub upstairs until the lavender bubbles had disappeared and the water had gone irrevoc
