He smirked when he felt Eames' hand on his ass, giving it a pat. A low sound escaped from his throat as he forced himself to step away from Eames, licking at his bottom lip.

He sat the bag down in the trunk and closed it when the PASIV was set inside. "Cab, personal driver..., any of those would have worked," Arthur teased him with a grin. Fuck but he needed that just as much as Eames did. They had waited a week... two weeks, what was another hour?