Riley gave a sly grin. “Christmas changes when you’re all grown up.”

Thorne groaned. It sure as hell did. “Does that mean we’re done with slow, because—”

“Fuck slow. I’ve been so horny today, fantasizing about how I’d be coming over here and fucking you tonight, that I could hardly think.”

And Thorne had thought he’d have to seduce Riley. “So you’ve known all day that you were…that we were going to…”

“I’ve known since the last time I saw you. What do you think is in the other bag?”

Thorne swallowed hard. “I…”

“I wanted to take you in the lobby of my building that night, right there up against the wall. And the other day on the couch. I don’t know how I stopped myself.”

“Riley, I—”

“Stop talking,” Dash—no Riley—demanded. Thorne couldn’t help thinking of him as Dash when he got that commanding tone.

Thorne had never been happier to be bossed around.

Riley spread tiramisu over Thorne’s lips and then proceeded to lick it off, very slowly. Thorne dug his fingers into his thighs to keep from reaching for him.

When Thorne’s lips were thoroughly cleaned, Riley sat back and gave Thorne a once-over, his eyes dark with lust. “Maybe we should put those new bracelets to use tonight.”

“Fuck, yes. I’ve missed this, Riley. I want you to… I need…”

Riley smiled. “I know.” He tugged at Thorne’s shirt. “Off.”

Thorne yanked it over his head and tossed it aside. Riley took more cream and rubbed it onto Thorne’s nipples. “Don’t move,” he whispered as he leaned down, mouth inches from tasting Thorne.

Thorne wasn’t sure he could obey as Riley sucked and licked and nibbled. He nearly bit through his bottom lip, trying to hold in the pathetic whimpers threatening to escape.

Riley looked up and gave him an evil grin. “We’re definitely using the bracelets later.” He paused and swiped his tongue across Thorne’s nipple, making him shudder. “I’ve got plans for you.”

“Please!” Thorne didn’t know if he was begging for more or for mercy.

“Tell me what you want, Thorne.”

“I want you to use me. Take me any way you want. I just…need you.”

“Mmm. That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

Riley nibbled his way down Thorne’s torso, stopping at his waistband. “Lose the pants,” he demanded as he rose to his feet.

Thorne wasn’t sure his legs would hold him up if he stood, so he unfastened his pants while sitting and lifted his hips just enough to wiggle out of them.

Riley jerked them off his legs. “Lie back, one leg over the arm of the couch. Hands underneath you.”

Fuck. His commanding tone was the sexiest thing ever.