32.

THIRTY-TWO

Rafael

I crouch naked at the foot of the bed and check the angle through my camera. The late morning light falls beautifully over Dominic’s sleeping form. He’s on his stomach with his hand under the pillow. The sheets tangle around his calves. The rest of his muscled legs are in soft light. His gorgeous, muscular ass catches the brightest part of it. There’s a shadow on his lower back, then the light strengthens across his shoulders and brushes his strong jawline.

He’s so damn beautiful.

I take a few more shots before I leave. I don’t want to wake him. He doesn’t sleep well, and the recent days have been especially rough.

I slip out of the room, quietly closing the door, and walk naked through my apartment to the living room and kitchen/bar. Usually, I make coffee first thing, but I find myself angling toward the glossy black piano. Leaving the camera behind on the coffee table, I settle on the piano bench.

I start playing a soft, melodic piece. At this distance, it shouldn’t wake Dominic.

I work through several more pieces of music. I don’t usually play this quietly, but I like it right now. There’s no rush, no need for force.

I lose myself in it so much that I don’t hear Dominic enter the kitchen. When his movement catches my eye, I look up to find him watching me as he works the espresso machine. With a smile tugging at my lips, I keep playing.

When he approaches, shirtless in his gray sweats and carrying two espressos, looking sexy as hell, I pause my playing to take the cup he offers.

He stands behind me. His hand drapes over my bare shoulder and lightly strokes my chest, touching me simply because he wants to, because he enjoys it. Arousal stirs, plumping my cock. The way his touch firms tells me he notices. But then, I am naked.

“What’s the camera for?” he asks, his voice getting husky.

“I took some pictures of you.”

“You did?” he asks in surprise. “When?”

“Before I came out here. I took one last night too. I might frame them.”

He snorts. “And put them in your sex club?”

I shoot him an annoyed look over my shoulder. “Hell no. These are for me.”

“Do I get a say in it, whether these pictures go on the wall?”

“Nope.” I sip my espresso.

“Hm,” he hums. I wonder if he’s going to fight me on it. He might. For now, though, he switches course. “I want to take you out tonight.”

“Like on a date?” I ask, surprised.

“Yep.”

I finish the espresso and set the cup on the piano. “Do I get a say in it?”

He leans down and starts kissing my neck. I make a sound of appreciation as my arousal deepens. My cock lifts from my thigh.

He growls in my ear, “Nope.”

I turn my face and open for his kiss over my shoulder. After a while, he breaks it and draws away. “Keep playing, baby,” he says as he straightens. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Smiling, I let my fingers dance over the keys again while Dominic takes the empty cups to the kitchen and starts making breakfast.