I'm barely functioning by the time we pull up at Infinity. I've slept for the best part of the journey, and I'm still beat. I don't even attempt to get out of the car when the ignition is switched off and Gabriel unclips my seatbelt for me. I stay sunken in the leather until I'm physically removed. I just about manage to rip my eyes open when we're in the elevator, just so I can refresh my sleepy mind of his beauty. He negotiates the locks, kicks the door open and closed again, and carries me up the stairs.
My eyes are still closed, but I recognise the familiar, squidgy surface of the master-suite's bed when I'm placed on it. "I'll start the bath and make a call. Will you be okay?" I hear Gabriel say before he drops a kiss on my forehead.
"Hmmm." I roll onto my side. I can't even be bothered to have a bath with Gabriel, and that is unheard of. I hear him laugh lightly and the running of water from the en-suite, and then he's picking me up again. "I thought you were going to call." I mumble.
"I already did, Tony. You drifted off again." He places me on my tired feet and strips me down, before unclothing himself with one hand while holding me steady with the other, like he thinks I could collapse. I think I really could. I have zero energy.
I'm lifted from my feet and sunk into the bath with him, and I don't help at all. I let him position me so I'm cradled in his arms, on his lap, the side of my face settled snuggly on his shoulder. The hot water is doing nothing to wake me up.
"I've missed this." My self-professed tub man says quietly. "I know you're tired, but I just want a few minutes."
"Okay." I agree. As long as he dries me off and puts me to bed afterwards, then he can do what he likes with me.
"And I need to service you." he adds. My sleepy eyes snap right open, and my lusty brain quickly engages. I can definitely find the energy from somewhere for that. I go to shift, but I'm held in place as he laughs. "Jesus, Tony. The idea of having me inside you is quite exciting isn't?"
"Always." I agree again and let his arrogance slide down my skin into the warm water of the tub. He knows I love it so why to deny it.
"I'm touched, but I like my mate conscious when I fuck him."
"Don't say the word fuck." I grumble, feebly hitting on his thigh. "That'll just make me want you more."
"Is that even possible?"he asks seriously.
"Probably or probably not." I don't bother scoffing at his arrogance. He's right. "Let me see you." I complain, wriggling from his iron grip. I haul my exhausted body up and straddle his lap, sloshing some water out of the lip and reaching up to feel his nearly two days' worth of stubble. "Don't shave tomorrow."
"No?"
"No. Day two is my favourite day." I lean in so I can run my cheek up his. "And I want you to wear your grey suit and black shirt."
"Tie or no tie?"
"Tie. Your black one, knotted loosely." I kiss my way to his lips and slip my tongue past them gently. He returns my kiss, tenderly, sweetly, lovingly.
"If you get to decide what I wear, then it's only fair that I get to decide what you wear." He muses.
I snort. "You do anyway."
"No I don't because you won't let me." His hands find the back of my head and pull me closer.
"What do you want me to wear?" I practically moan the words against his lips.
"You black demin and blue shirt."
"Mmm-hmmm." I let my words trail off, raising my eyebrows at him, my eyes licking their way over the bronzed skin and defined lines of his naked, glistering torso and stopping at those completely devastating lips.
