Chapter 11

The music changed.

Flynn stood before him, back to Samuel. Swaying slightly, Flynn leaned forward, the leather tightening over the perfect curve of his ass. He twirled, touching himself, running his hands over his chest and down along his hips. For a moment, it looked like he was going to slip off his pants, but Samuel was denied the glory of seeing him in the buff. He danced closer, nearly sitting in Samuel’s lap as he moved his hips in a figure eight.

A groan bubbled up out of Samuel.