“Get back in here,” he said, as he threw the garment to the floor.
“No. Tonight we do differently.”
Sam was startled, but he smiled provocatively.
Tristan was trembling slightly, his chin lifted arrogantly. “Tonight, I shall take you.”
Sam’s stomach tightened and his cock shot hard as iron. The thought of Tristan…God.
He cleared his throat. “How do you want me?” His voice was hoarse.
Tristan held out a hand. “I want to kiss you first.”