“If you say I have good recovery for an old guy, I’m kicking you out.”

“You’re the one who begged me to stay, and that’s not all you begged me to—”

“Enough.” Thorne scowled at him, though he wasn’t the least bit angry.

Dash looked so perfect sitting across the table from Thorne. He really could spend the whole weekend in bed with Dash, but he’d also realized sex wasn’t the only thing he liked doing with him. “We could watch another of your ‘old’ movies, and you can arrogantly order for me at another of my favorite restaurants.”

“My favorite this time.”

“Okay,” Thorne said. “See, I’m easy.”

“Actually, you’re a fuckload of work, but once you open up, it is so worth it.”

Thorne’s cock stirred, something he would have thought impossible so soon after Dash had wrung him dry. “Why don’t you tell me what fun people do on the weekend?”

Dash tilted his head as though thinking. “We could rent a boat, and you could take me sailing, maybe play a little pirate and captive.”

Thorne’s pulse accelerated. Taking Dash out on a boat would be a big step, one that might make it impossible for him to keep a professional distance. He’d never taken anyone sailing except Clint.

“It’s been ages since I sailed.”

“Have you forgotten how?”

“No, but can we wait on that?”

“Sure,” Dash said. He looked perplexed, but he didn’t ask any questions.

What else could they do? “What about the art museum?”

“No, you already go there. I need to get you out of your comfort zone. How about the aquarium?”

“I’ve never been there.”

Dash eyes widened. “Really? You’ve never seen the whale sharks?”

“Never.”

“Then we’re going. I’ll take you to my favorite breakfast spot, give you my personal tour of the aquarium and then teach you more about the movies of your own childhood.”

Thorne frowned. “Doesn’t sound like enough time in bed to me.”

“I promise you’ll get plenty of that. By the time we’re done tonight, your poor ass will need a rest.”

“My cock won’t.” Thorne ran a hand over his cock, showing Dash how hard he was.

“Beast!” Dash slapped at him playfully. “You’ll shock me with your animal lusts.”

Thorne rolled his eyes.

“You need to get out more. Do things. And I don’t mean client dinners or charity balls.”

Thorne sighed. “Fine. Food. Aquarium. Movie. And then fucking.”

“Perfect,” Dash said, beaming at getting his way.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Thorne woke to Dash licking his ear. He tried to push him off, but Dash had a firm grip on his shoulder. “Get up. Get dressed. I’m taking you to breakfast.”

Thorne turned over and scowled at him, blinking in the bright morning light. “What time is it?”

“Time to be up and awake.”