"You do seem to have an idea about us being spotted," he teased. "Are you a closet voyeur, Arthur? Am I missing the truth here," he asked, arching a brow. "Will we start playing in public?" Pushing, enjoying the look on the other man's face because he knew he wouldn't take the chance with them, wouldn't risk them being seen. Especially not on this job.

Wrapping an arm around him, fingers lightly stroking over his chest.

"Of course it was. I get time with you and being pampered. Has anyone ever pampered you, Love?"