Chapter 9

Donovan groaned with the sudden, powerful need. He blew out a breath and tried to offer some rationalization into the situation. It doesn’t matter because he’s not about to look twice at me.

The comment didn’t faze his lust in the least. His shaft stood erect, the slit in the mushroom head already weeping a large dollop of pre-cum. His balls were heavy and full, testifying to his need as well as the length of time since he’d found release.

TJ’s scent lingered in the room, adding to the heady mix of arousal and desire.