Chapter 39

Key isn’t making things any easier, either, leaning in close, keeping that damned hand of his on Joey’s thigh. His fingers rest on the inseam of Joey’s jeans, mere inches from Joey’s crotch. Suddenly Joey’s heart seems to drop down into his belly, and he feels the beat of it hammering in his cock.

The sitch is I want you. He stares at Key’s hand so he won’t have to look into those golden eyes. If he did, he’d say something stupid, he knows it. He’d fall into their clear depths, forget who he is and why he’s here, give himself over to this man completely, and he can’t do that. He’s a professional. He can’t get distracted…