Flint sat stone-still. If he gave up that sponge, he gave up his self-control.

Like hell he did. He was a very self-controlled man. Water. Lotion. Rude to refuse, but he'd reinstated the rules earlier, keeping his thoughts focused on what was important. No-questions-asked sex.

No questions asked sex wasn't as easy as he'd have liked. It wasn't so hard either. He'd had a lot of it in his day, so he was in a position to know. Sitting down to breakfast afterwards had been ...