Chapter 68

I would smack Woody the next time I saw him. “René, we talked about this,” I said as I bent over to pick up my keys.

“No, youtalked about it and I’m ignoring you.” He stepped closer, forcing me to back up until my body touched the door behind me. “What’s it gonna take, Serge?” He leaned in and licked my chin. “Do you want me to beg?”

“I don’t want you—”

He chuckled. “Yes, you do. Let me prove it to you.” He set the bag on a nearby chair, then dropped to his knees before me.

Uh-oh. “What are you doing?” I asked, eyes bugging out as I looked around, knowing there was no one else here, and still freaked out all the same. And got aroused. Yes, I could admit to that

“Do you know what my favorite flavor is, Serge?” he asked as he opened the fly on my dusty jeans and nuzzled my sweaty underwear.

All I could say was “Nngh.”