Incubus Dreams

“We must see to Nathaniel first,” he said, but his voice was hoarse and thick with need.

I nodded. “Yes, Nathaniel first.”

“And then?” he asked.

“Say what you mean,” I said, and my voice wasn’t as hoarse as his, but it didn’t sound exactly like me either.

“And then there is a couch in my office,” he said.

“I was thinking the desk,” I said.

He looked at me, and even with those drowning eyes, the look was very male. “Either will do for me, but it is you who will be on bottom, so it is your choice.”

“I’ll be on bottom?” I made it a question.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because that is what I want.”

“Okay,” I said.