Chapter 7

“I had no idea you were so…evil.”

“Please, I’m practically doing God’s work here.”

Drew arched his brow. “God’s work?”

“Of course. Men like Nick, they’re used to getting what they want. He probably drives a Mercedes and lives in a penthouse in New York or Los Angeles. I’ve seen him prowling around. He snaps his fingers, and he’s got these guys lining up three deep to suck his cock. It’ll be good for him to learn a little humility. A little patience. Maybe get knocked down a peg or two.”

“Hell, when you put it that way, you’re practically a saint.”

He flashed a crooked smile. Possibly the most charming smile in his repertoire. “I wouldn’t go that far. I don’t think saints ever had this much fun.”

Alec’s cock was still nestled against Drew’s ass, and he shifted his hips back in a not-so-subtle invitation. “You know, I feel like I’m baking under this sun.”

“I just got you all lotioned up.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

“I have a better idea.”