Chapter 56

Francis drove his fingers deep into Mark and pressed on his prostate. What if someone sees? The hand around his cock was almost too much.

Mark felt desperate, so fucking fragile on Francis’s lap. The praise and the words made him float higher, and then, then the telltale rumble of a truck penetrated his hazy mind.

“What if he looks at the house? Sees a glimpse of you just like this as he passes by? Come when you’re ready.”

The thought of humiliation turned into something akin to exhibitionism in the safety of Francis’s presence.

And Mark flew.

* * * *

“There you are, darling.” Francis’s voice pierced his consciousness, and Mark realized he’d gone fuzzy for a while.

His body felt loose, as if tension had been yanked out of him. He smiled against the pillow, then shivered as Francis pulled his fingers out.

Holy hell. Francis had done exactly what he’d say he would, hadn’t he?

“You can talk now,” Francis said, patting his back.