Chapter 5

I do, but it’s a half-hearted gesture. “Are

you going to want to do that while we’re getting it on?”

Damien makes a strangled sound and sticks his

tongue out at me like a petulant little boy. “You’re mean.” He

snaps off another picture or two, then tosses the camera onto the

pillows beside us. “You’re lucky I didn’t bring the video feed. I

could make a killing selling porno DVDs. Bel Amihas nothing

on us.” Before I can answer, he laughs. “I’m kidding. Don’t you

trust me?”

“I thought I did,” I say.

“You do,” he assures me. He starts to stroke

himself, the head of his cock peeking out at me from the foreskin,

and I have to touch it, just to see what it feels like in my hand.

When I thumb over the knob, creamy juice trickles out. Damien takes

my wrist and makes me lick it. He tastes salty and just a little

bitter. When I reach for him again, eager for more, he catches my

hand and laces our fingers together. “Where are the condoms?” he