Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “You KGB agents are certainly versatile. But I hate quickies. If that’s the deal, I’d rather do it myself.”
“Bozhe moi,you are more trouble than you are worth. Have it your way, then.” Nikoloz closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto his arm. After all, they were on a secluded beach in the middle of nowhere. It was hardly likely that he would need to leap into action any time soon. He would allow his partner to amuse himself—so long as the man kept his hands to himself. There was little that disgusted Nikoloz more than the feeling of a possessive hand running over his most sensitive body parts.