Chapter 7
Ransom…how easy it was to think of him that way…went into his office, and Parrish wandered around the room gathering up his clothing. He must have spilled something on his shirt, or had he been wearing it when he climaxed the first time? It was a little whiff, but the trousers were okay. He had a sudden vision of his trousers and boxer briefs down around his ankles, his cheek pressed up against the wall, and Ransom behind him, working lubed fingers into his ass before following that action with a condom-covered d**k.
He shivered and couldn’t catch his breath, growing hard all over again.
Touch me. Jack me off, his d**k tempted. You know you want to.
Tonight. When we’re alone, he promised. Now, where are my boxer briefs?
How would I know? I’ve only got one eye.
“Very funny,”
