Thorne set the food down on the coffee table. “Do you usually eat dessert naked?”

Dash grinned. “I don’t really see the need for clothes. They’re too confining, but if you’d like me to dress…”

Thorne looked at him. Dash’s cock was semi-hard again. What exactly had he been thinking about? “No, I like you the way you are.”

“I had a feeling you did.”

Thorne got mugs and a few dessert plates, so they wouldn’t have to eat out of the containers.

He set them down on the table and opened the box that held two large slices of cake. Dash groaned. “That smells amazing.”

Thorne could only agree.

“Here. I’ll do that,” Dash said, taking the plate from him. “You sit back and relax. This was my idea after all.”

Thorne leaned back on his sofa. He didn’t mind watching a gorgeous, naked man serve him cake and coffee. Dash plated up the cake and then filled mugs for each of them, moving gracefully through every step, seeming to position himself in a way calculated to show off his many charms. By the time Dash handed him a piece of cake and settled on the sofa next to him, Thorne’s cock had let him know that round two with Dash was a necessity.

Thorne took a bite, trying to concentrate on the cake rather than the man in front of him. Not an easy task, at least not until the rich chocolate and tart cherry hit his tongue. “Mmm. Just as good as I remember.”

Dash looked ready to come from his sample. He licked his fork and grinned at Thorne. “Perfect. I knew you had to enjoy something other than sex and work.”

Thorne took another bite. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the pleasure. Why hadn’t he ordered this recently? Oh yeah, because he’d have to work it off. But this time, he could work it off with Dash instead of the infernal treadmill.

“What are you thinking?”

“Why?”

“You smiled, and I don’t think it’s just the cake.”

Why not just admit it? You know you’re not letting him go without fucking again. “I was thinking about all the calories in the cake and then realized I could work them off with you.”

“First of all, calories don’t look like a major issue for you, and secondly, why not do both.”

“Both?”

“Eat and burn it off all at once.”

Dash slid off the couch and positioned himself in front of Thorne. He pushed Thorne’s legs open, and Thorne gave no resistance. His cock was all for finding out what Dash had in mind.

Dash untied Thorne’s robe and pulled it open. Then he dipped a finger in the cake’s whipped icing. But instead of licking it off, he rubbed the cream on Thorne’s nipple.

Thorne glared at him. “What are you doing?”