“You’re going to have to put a shirt on if you want him to focus.” Trying not to laugh at their antics was becoming more difficult as the morning progressed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James tried to brush it off, pretending to scoff, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes.

I might not have any desire to participate in their teasing, but I still found the whole thing vastly entertaining. Cody had never been the most subtle creature, especially when it came to things he wanted to learn.

And right now, the only thing he wanted to study was James’s body…especially his chest.

The tattoos fascinated Cody.

I chuckled, then nudged Cody’s plate closer. “Eat before it gets cold.”

The last place anyone expected to find a gay asexual accountant was at a BDSM club, but the odd mix of politicians, businessmen, Doms, and subs was always fun to watch. When I took into account that BDSM didn’t always involve sex, it wasn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night.

And since I’d been coming for several years, the awkward what do you mean you don’t want to fuck me conversation was less frequent.

“I can’t tell if you’re bored or just relaxed.” Ben’s expression was too analytical for a BDSM club.

“You’re the one who looks too wound up. Things not going well at the other club?” Normally the only times I’d seen him stressed were when there was an issue with one of the businesses. My other guess would have been Conner overworking himself again, but I’d seen him earlier and he’d looked fine.