“Three-oh-three!” Zane announced triumphantly. He tried to insert the key into the lock while still holding their suitcase and the to-go box of dessert. He was also hopping from foot to foot as if he did actually need the bathroom. “f**k,” he said when he dropped the key.
When Zane bent down to retrieve the key, Rory couldn’t resist feeling up the man’s ass when it was essentially presented to him on a silver platter.
Zane jumped, dropped the key again and almost lost the box of apple pie, too. He swore, his antics causing Rory to snicker. Too late, Rory realized he’d broken another taboo of not touching below the waist. Okay, they’d squeezed a knee a few times, but copping a feel of an ass cheek was somehow different. And what an ass cheek—big, firm, meaty and…
Zane whirled around but
