Carrick folded himself into the easy chair that at in the corner of his bedroom and sat patiently awaiting Liam's return, savouring the memory of his slave's lips on his boots and the adoration in his eyes when he had raised his forehead from the polished leather.
He stood up. Following his impulses for a rare moment, he stripped off his clothe and followed Liam into the bathroom.
"No objections, I hope?" he remarked as he stepped into the shower cubicle with Liam and let his gaze run over the muscular, tanned body. He had never seen Liam naked before. The sight was... delicious. That was the only word for it.