"Damn right just for me," he groaned, that single word enough to make him writhe where he sat. "Never plan to make you want for another," he said, thinking about Arthur as he was in the warehouse. Straight laced, a bit uptight, powerful in a subtle way. Here though he was writhing and calling Eames daddy and he was pretty damn sure if they carried it on long enough, he could get off just from that.

"Mine," he said, swatting one cheek and then the other.