He sighs out, warm breath against Monty's ear, stirring their hair, and then suddenly pulls back and away, releasing Monty's wrists, leaving them spread out and practically naked on the bed.

"You know I can't do any of that until we have a full contract," he says matter-of-factly, reaching up to unbutton his shirt, fingers smooth and practiced, the only sign that he's affected by the interaction between them the sight of his cock, hard and obvious in his tailored pants.