He suddenly imagined Dash standing at the stove, wearing nothing but an apron. A nearly crippling shudder of lust shot through Thorne. Damn, he really was a mess.

“I told you I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to eat either. With what I’m paying you, I know you’re not starving, so there’s no need to go scouring my apartment for food.”

Dash looked hurt for a fraction of a second. Thorne hadn’t meant to belittle him. He had no problem with how Dash earned his money, and he hated it when men patronized prostitutes and then degraded them for providing the very service those men obviously needed.

Dash studied him for several seconds. “So you truly want me to just fuck you and then leave.”

Did he? He always had with the men he’d hired in the past. “Yes.”

“Then your wish is my command.”

CHAPTER TWO

Dash began unbuttoning his shirt. Thorne couldn’t look away as Dash revealed tanned skin little by little. His chest was waxed smooth, the muscles well defined. Thorne couldn’t wait to get a full view. Finally, Dash pulled the two halves of his shirt apart, letting it hang, giving tantalizing glimpses of his pecs and pebbled nipples. One at a time, he undid the buttons at his cuffs. He watched Thorne with heat in his eyes as he brought his arms behind him and let the shirt slip off and to the floor.

Thorne was practically salivating.

“Like what you see?”

Thorne nodded mutely, fully hard now. Dash groaned as he pinched his own nipples. Then he caressed himself, hands moving sinuously down his sides.

Impatience made Thorne find his voice. “Pants off. Now.”

“We’ll get there.” Dash chuckled, but his hands dropped to his waistband.

He dipped a hand in and sucked in his breath. Thorne imagined his fingers teasing his cock.

“Off,” Thorne demanded.

“I thought you wanted to be fucked.”

“I do. Right fucking now.”

“When I’m topping, I’m in charge.”

Thorne didn’t like for anyone else to have control. He liked to be fucked, hard, but he didn’t like taking orders. So why were Dash’s words so fucking hot? Why was he contemplating letting Dash do exactly what Dash wanted?

Dash toed off his shoes. Then he lifted each leg and divested himself of his socks, taking his time, not rushing a single movement. Fucking bastard. Finally, he unfastened his pants, pushed them over his ass, and let them drop to the floor.