Chapter 61

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Scooter said, feathering kisses along Andy’s jaw and neck, pulling the collar of Andy’s shirt aside to mouth at his shoulder. “If it wasn’t the middle of the goddamn day, I’d be beggin’ you to let me…I want to taste you, want…want to touch every inch of you. I…I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m a beast, I want too much. But, God, damn, look at you.”

Andy laughed, ragged, halfway to a sob. “You think I don’t want?” he demanded. “Jesus, have you even seenyourself?” He dragged in a handful of harsh breaths. “Fuck. I’m gonna be hard all the way through dinner, and I don’t even care.”