“This. Definitely. I’ve gone home with people a few times, but I’ve never done anything like this.” He looked down to the shot in his hand and wondered if they expected him to take his turn with Sasha.
“We used to do this all the time.” It was Scott’s turn to shed his shirt, though there was nothing hiding the musculature of his chest when he tossed away his garment. “You’re just the kind of guy that always drove us craziest.”
That seemed fair enough, because Scott was just the sort of man that always caught Adam’s attention. He clearly did not spend his whole life sitting behind a computer—his body betrayed hours of either exercise or physical labor. A trail of hair disappeared into his waistband, and Adam wanted to follow it with his tongue.
“Why?”
“Because you’re the kind of guy who
