Chapter 13

Sam shifted and placed soft, hot kisses across Graham’s cheek, and down his jawline. “I shouldn’t bedoing this,” he panted. “It’s not professional.”

Graham trailed his fingers up Sam’s back, memorizing the dips and valleys, and the man moaned.

“I can’t help it, Graham. You drive me crazy. I’ve been dying to find you again. To touch you. Taste you.” He punctuated his words with hot, soft kisses along Graham’s jawline.

Graham leaned back his head, allowing Sam more room, and he shuddered as the man licked a hot stripe down his neck, enjoying the occasional brush of light stubble against his neck.

“You like that?” Sam whispered.

A moan was his only answer.

“What about this?” Sam slipped his hand under Graham’s T-shirt, his fingers dancing along skin.

“God, yes,” Graham moaned.

Sam kissed him again, and a wave of desire washed over Graham. He gasped and pressed his hands on Sam’s chest, pushing him away. “I’m losing control,” he whispered, his voice rough. “We need to…stop.”