James had beamed, and announced, “When someone spanks my arse,” with no small amount of relish. The discussion that had followed had been short and to the point.
“Would you like to try it with me?”
“Really? …Yeah. Tonight?”
“After dinner?”
“Er…No, a bit later. I want to nip into town and get something, first.”
Very mysterious. Michael had seen the glint in James’ eye, but further questioning had been brushed off. Eventually he had shrugged. He is a passionate man, sure, but he is also patient, and he could wait for whatever James was thinking of.