With a polite smile at his host, he moved away from the group and slid the button to accept the call.
“Hello?”
“So, is he trying to get you to fuck some strange woman?” Minnow was making obnoxious kissing noises before he could even reply, which made him wish he could toss the playful girl over his knee and spank her.
“Yes. Two – maybe three. Damn, I should have taken vitamins before I left.”
“Don’t worry. I slipped some into your briefcase.”
“Always taking care of us?”
“Well, you’re old men. You need vitamins so you can keep up with me without hurting yourself.”
“Brat.”
Her evil chuckle made him grin, and he had to turn his back to the room to hide his amusement. “You know it, but what are you going to do about it from way over there?” she challenged.
“You’re so fucking brave, bratting at me long distance, when I can’t spank your naughty ass.”
“By the time you get home from Greece you’ll have forgotten allll about it.”
“Maybe I’ll call Severin and get him to punish you for me.”
“No!” she squealed then laughed breathlessly. There was a thump and a breathy moan at the other end of the phone.
“Is she misbehaving again?” Severin’s low voice rumbled in Rodrigo’s ear, making him shiver.
“Of course.”
“I’ll take care of you in a few minutes, Miss Korsgaard.” The sounds of her soft pleas made him painfully curious about what Severin was doing to her. “So what about you? Are you being a good boy, puppy?”
Fuck.
Heat flooded up his neck to his face.
He’d never let any other man talk to him this way, but over the years Severin had been grooming him to accept it from him. Even so, it was a struggle to shift
gears from being dominant with Min, to having Severin treat him as if he was a cute little toy in the span of a few moments. Submitting to Severin just felt right, and it turned him on, and yet he had to squash the urge to fight Severin’s dominance when he caught him off guard.
Even though he’d never judge another man for being a submissive, sometimes he was ashamed of how much he liked submitting to Severin.
“Um...” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt collar, grateful he didn’t have a metal collar to hide the way Minnow did, and yet wishing Severin would mark him somehow too.
“I asked you a fucking question, bitch.”
The words made his dick pulse. He could feel the telltale dampness of pre-come soaking into his boxer briefs.
“Yes, Mister Leduc.”
“You and I have things to discuss when you come home.”
“Like?” Hopefully Severin couldn’t hear the quaver in his voice in that one short question. He needed to get the hell out of the bar and go back to his room. Although he’d been hiding his feelings from Severin for years, not reacting to his sexy threats in public was impossible. Somehow things between them had always been this way. Before Severin, Rodrigo never would have guessed he had any submissive tendencies, but after a few months of hanging out he’d had to come to terms with how Sev made him feel.
Heedless of how rude it might be to Weston, he mouthed the word “emergency” to the other man and strode from the bar, heading for the elevator.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the country?”
“I did!”