Page 178 of Adored
“I said what I said, Marine. Don’t look that good if you’re not willing to pay the consequences.”
Honestly, if his husband thought he was ever going to stop him from wanting to jump on him and get laid, he was crazy.
Gamble was living his best life.
Thanks to Poe.
“I will remind you, Mr. Doyle, that I was dignified, dressed, and didn’t start this little romp. That was you and your lust,” Gamble admitted.
The whole time, Poe grinned.
“Yeah, it was. I lost my damn mind. I saw a Marine and that haircut. Sue me. My husband is sexy, and I’m going to get on that ride as often as I can. I can’t wait to get naked with you later. Wear your sword, and nothing else.”
That was funny.
“Not the way I planned on poking you later, Poe,” Gamble admitted as he got back on his feet.
When he held out his hand, Poe put his in it, and grinned wickedly like he had ulterior motives.
“What?” he asked. “I came once. I want more. I’m greedy when I see you dressed like that.”
Well, sign him up.
“Let’s clean up before we miss the whole thing, Poe. We’re going to be late to your parent’s memorial, and if we are going to skip it, we could have just flown home.”
He had a point.
Still, Poe loved looking at his Marine.
“I hope we make it to the cocktails afterward,” Poe admitted, slapping Gamble on his tight, perfect ass. “I might get handsy all over again. Don’t be shocked if we’re sweaty later.”
God.
He hoped his husband did just that.
Only, on the plane out of there.
Once Poe was on his feet, too, they headed back into the room, picking up their things along the way. Gamble got back into his pants, and then started re-buttoning his barracks cover. As he was getting back together again, Poe was doing the same thing.
Only, he was checking out his husband.
Sue him.
He was sexy.
“We have a party,” Gamble warned. “We can’t roll around again. You’re going to need some self-control.”
Oh, well, he wouldn’t bet on that.
When he could, he planned on shoving Gamble into a closet somewhere and enjoying himself all over again.
Poe just laughed.
“Mate, I can think it. You can’t police my brain. Trust me, you don’t want to know what’s in there. You’d blush.”
Oh, he really did want to know.
He lifted a brow.
