Carrick rolled onto his side, and wrapped one arm around the strong chest. He was quiet for a moment, his head resting on Russell's shoulder.
"You don't have to stay in a hotel until your house is repaired," he said quietly. "You could stay with me." He looked up and into Russell's face. "My slaves know not to talk about us." Carrick leaned down for a soft kiss."And we could lie together every night."
He propped himself up on one elbow, warming to the topic. "Your slaveboy has learned by now not to defy me. He won't cause us problems."
He traced the line of Russ' jaw with a pale fingertip.