Chapter 134

Handing him the bottle, Dante turns around again and asks, “Can you wash my hair?”

Canhe? Ryan’s never heard of anything sexier or more romantic and his fingers tremble as he squirts shampoo into the palm of his hand. It lathers when he rubs his hands together, and then he delves into Dante’s hair, his fingers massaging his boyfriend’s scalp. Beneath his ministrations Dante moans, sliding further into the tub, one hand gripping Ryan’s thigh. He can only imagine where that other hand is. “Are you playing with yourself?” Ryan asks, laughing.

Dante leans back into him, and the hand on Ryan’s thigh slips up further along his leg. “Hush,” he murmurs as his fingers work between Ryan’s legs to keep him aroused.