Page 82 of Affair
“Why?” he asked.
Gamble was to the point.
“One, you look a little chilly. The tip of your nose is red, and I don’t want you to be cold, and two, I’m about to get really sweaty, and you’ll keep it dry for me so when I put it back on, I will have something warm to wear.”
He did what he asked, and Poe was assaulted with the scent of the man’s body and cologne.
It did everything for his libido, and nothing for his erection. That kiss, his flannel, and this whole adventure was maddening.
In a sexy way.
Damn it.
Just when he didn’t think his dick could get harder, the man said something so insane and hot that it caught Poe off-guard.
“Okay, now, get on,” he said.
What?
The?
Hell?
Did he just say…?
Immediately, Poe lifted a brow.
“Pardon?” he asked, thinking maybe his sexy fantasies were interfering with his ears now too. “Did you just order me to get on you?”
Gamble went there.
“Yeah, I want you to ride me.”
Holy.
Insanely.
Hot.
Shit.
At those follow-up words, Poe had to swallow, or he was choking on his saliva. He was pretty sure his brain just went dead, and his dick was in charge because he went there.
To.
The.
Gutter.
There was nothing he wanted more than to‘get on’and‘ride him’.
NOTHING.
“I’m sorry, but…,” he said, hesitating as he blushed a crimson shade of red. It moved up his body, and to his face.
Immediately, the other man got it.
Oh, he knew what Poe was thinking. When he’d been kissing him, he could feel his erection pressed to his body, and someone was just as attracted to him, as he was to Poe.
