'Oh yes,' answered Laurent, moving a deft thumb over the button that secured Damen's trousers so that they popped open, leaving him with ample room to slide his hand downward. 'If it is to merit such a reward, it will need to be a satisfying photograph indeed.'

This close to Damen's huge, warm body, it was difficult to think of anything but him, and so Laurent stopped trying. His hand trailed lower, encountering a new source of heat. Laurent felt an answering blossom of warmth of his own, and he looked up, mouth sweetly pursed around a question. 'How many times do you think you can spend before Nicaise arrives home?'