Chapter 31

“You feel so good, Sir,” Adam said, brushing his cheek against Daniel’s shoulder.

Daniel brushed his lips across dark hair. He spoke again, words lost to the crowd, but Clark shivered with Adam, who always spoke loudly enough for an audience to hear.

“You can taste whatever you like, Sir,” Adam said, before sinking to his knees.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tristan said to Daniel, rejoining them.

In a shadow nearby, Clark watched the exchange with mounting tension. This was a trainwreck. Daniel sat down on the couch and settled Adam between his legs. Clark circled the stage, moving as though in a dream until he had a clear view once again. He saw Adam lick lips and speak—

“May I touch you, Sir?”

—words eager and hungry. Tristan crossed his arms, content to stand and watch, gaze affectionate.