“Really?” Rowe looked over at Noah and smiled. “Am I the king of romance?”
“Totally,” Noah said with a laugh. “You got me exactly what I wanted. Duct tape and lube.”
Rowe nodded. “And you gave me exactly what I wanted. Ribs and duct tape.” Leaning close, Rowe kissed Noah loudly before giving his employees a smug salute and walking out with his lover’s hand in his.
“Seriously. Relationship goals,” Quinn muttered.
“Maybe,” Royce added, “but I’m not buying him lunch.”