Fox rested his hand on my knee, and his fingers squeezed it rhythmically. My cock began to take notice.
“My rooms are behind my office, which is just down the road,” he said. “Come spend the night with me.”
I struggled to focus my gaze on his face. It was an attractive face, but I should warn him. “My heart belongs to Another!” I told him loftily, then spoiled it by hiccoughing.
“That’s quite all right. Your friend Thomas can have your heart. I just want your body.” He waggled his eyebrows and gave me a droll look, and I burst into laughter.
“All right then.”
Fox took me home, propping me up as I staggered every foot of the way. 14: Fox Sullivan
Fox sat naked and cross-legged at the foot of the bed, watching as Warrick Synclaire slept. Fox was one of the largest members of his pack, but at six foot three, Warrick towered over him, and it had taken Fox quite a bit of time and energy to wrestle Warrick out of his clothes.