Sam wrapped his strong arms around Graham, enveloping him and trapping Graham’s hands between them. Graham wriggled out a hand and slid his arm around Sam’s waist, reveling in the hard muscles under the soft fabric of the man’s T-shirt.
Sam shifted and placed soft, hot kisses across Graham’s cheek, and down his jawline. “I shouldn’t be doing 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.