Chapter 73

“Dear…God…” he murmured. “Dear…God…”

“Good?” Sam couldn’t keep the smug note from his voice.

“How do you do that? How do you…not…”

“Gag?”

“Yes.”

It was on the tip of Sam’s tongue to say that it was down to plenty of practice, but decided that was not what he would want to hear. “I don’t know.” He smiled up at him.

Tristan stood up and pushed his hair out of his eyes with a shaking hand. “Get on the bed.”