Chapter 3

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The way Remy crossed his ankles and leaned against the wall fanned the kilt all too enticingly over his thighs, and even with Marlow’s foot iced over, he had to fight to not imagine Remy standing there like that, sheened with sweat, wearing the kilt…and nothing underneath.

Damn his superhuman libido.

“Mmm, might want to take care of that.” Remy nodded at Marlow’s very apparent hard-on through his jeans. His gaze lingered—or maybe that was Marlow’s imagination, but it certainly seemed to linger with an appraising tilt of his head and bite at his lower lip.

Marlow gulped. He did notlike Remy that way, no matter how gorgeous and smoldering he was. His dick was just a traitor!

“I’d offer my assistance, your highness, but I have reports to file. Why don’t you stay there a while and chill?” Remy smirked, gave an infuriating salute, and pushed from the wall to head for the exit. “‘Til next time!”