Chapter 73

“Okay, good,” Joaquin said. He took my arm, guided me and my attention away from the balcony. “Let him graze. I want you first.”

I nodded complicity. Sure. Blood and need surged into my dick. Joaquin winked his approval. Colin was right—that wink was hypnotizing. I whipped off my shirt and then pressed myself against Joaquin, rising up on my toes for another kiss. As promised, he tasted like onions. And a little bit like wine. And like lust and light-headed surrender, which was the part I liked best. I laid one finger on the button of his trousers and he leapt away from me, tearing simultaneously at his pants, shirt, and shoes, until he was naked.