Chapter 9The first time Arie saw the report, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He hadn’t slept much and rose early. He’d had every intention of returning to work as normal, but Dennick had been there, wherever he turned, insatiable in his attentions, demanding Arie’s total concentration.
He should’ve complained, or put a stop to it, or done anything that would’ve put Dennick at arm’s length. Should’ve was different than had, however, because he’d craved each caress, each kiss, each orgasm, as much as Dennick. His ass was sore, his jaw coming in a close second, and his c**k was so sensitive to the touch, he’d actually considered not wearing pants for a brief period.
Dennick had laughed at that. He didn’t look any the worse for wear, lounging in Arie’s bed like he owned it, h
