Chapter 24

Talk about the Midas touch. Damn guy could fall in the cesspool and come out smelling sweet and looking clean as a whistleIs that what being upper crust does for you?

The real problem was, Dylan didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get that fucking cast off today. He’d wakened this morning with his cock cushioned between the cheeks of Grey’s ass, stiffer than a poker and wanting nothing more than to find its way home, but he refused to do it. That final step in their relationship would be done right or not at all.

He’d started to drag his sorry ass out of bed, trying without success not to wake Grey. They’d ended up doing the blow-job routine yet again, then got up and started the day, avoiding talking of anything more profound than feeding the dogs and fixing breakfast.