“Hey yourself,” Darian said with a grin. “First one up, you get to model for me.”
An image flashed through Stacy’s mind, something sordid and quick, himself naked and parading in front of a bed where Darian lay stretched amid the sheets, watching him. He shook his head to clear it, where the fuck had thatcome from? The image raced through him, stuttering over his heart and along his veins, his blood tingling his fingers and toes and dick. Oh God.
Frowning hard, Stacy fought against a stupid grin that threatened to light up his face. Darian either didn’t seem to notice the heat that rose to color Stacy’s skin or he ignored it, turning back to the class again. “See? I don’t bite. Come down around here so I don’t have to shout.”