By the time Paol walks to his car, his erection has dissipated. All that’s left is a dull ache that beats in time with his heart. It took everything he had to pull away from Adam like that, every single ounce of strength in him to climb out of that car. He’s never wanted anyone so bad. The way that guy moves tells him s*x would be an Olympic sport and he’s willing to go the distance in that event.
But I’m not the type. He unlocks the door to his Cherokee, jumps into the driver’s seat, and locks the door behind him but isn’t ready to leave just yet. A light fog has condensed on the lower half of his windshield, so he turns on the ignition and blasts on high. It fills the car with a sigh that drowns out the low radio.
Too bad it doesn’t quite manage to cover the thoughts swirling around
