Josh rolled his eyes. “I doubt it. The woman across the hall is eighty if she’s a day.”
“They make Viagra for women, don’t they?” Chad joked.
Shrugging out of his sweaty tank top, Josh tossed it to the floor beside his sneaks. “I can ask her to join us, if you want?”
Chad’s arms eased around his waist, the touch of bare flesh on his naked stomach sticky and warm. He pressed his lips to the hollow of Josh’s throat. “Tough titty. You’re all mine.”
But when Chad started to lead Josh down the hall to the bedroom, Josh protested. “I just changed the sheets. I’m stinky and wet.”
“You’re making me wet,” Chad teased. His hands dipped into Josh’s shorts to cup the bulging front of Josh’s jock strap. “I want you, right this second. Unless all that talk out on the road was just shooting the s**t
