Chapter 29

“It was him,” Dane says, breathless. He sinks down to the sofa beside Krish, hand straying to his lover’s open zipper.

As Dane’s hand encircles him, Krish closes his eyes, letting the anger fall away. He thrusts into his lover, still hard, still eager, and when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is a guttural moan, no words. Anything he says about Randy Blake now will only ruin this intimacy between them. His fingers find Dane’s open zipper, slip between his legs to cup the erection that tents his own underwear and begin to rub soft spots into the sweaty material.

“He wants me to come over after work,” Dane says. He unbuttons Krish’s shirt, kisses his neck and collarbone, his lips leaving damp imprints on Krish’s skin. Before Krish can ask him to drop the subject—he’s not going to listen to his lover talk about Blake as they get it on, he won’t—Dane laughs into the hollow of his throat and murmurs, “Thank you.”