Chapter 36

Evan took out the rest of the clothes and laid them on the bed. “Danny, these are great. Thank you.”

“Will you wear the cream shirt today?”

“Of course.”

“Well, try it on for me.”

Evan smiled and stripped off his sweatshirt.

Danny couldn’t help staring at that sun-lit smooth chest. Only a fine line of golden hairs snaked downward and disappeared into the low-slung sweatpants. When Evan turned his back to pick up the new shirt, Danny had a vision of licking his way down the line of vertebra. He shook his head to dispel the image.

Evan skimmed into the exquisite shirt and buttoned it. Rene’s tailoring was superb—it fit perfectly. He tossed a pair of boxers onto the bed and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants to slide them off.

Oh, yeah, Danny wanted to watch. But drooling over his golden fiancé’s naked bottom and hiding a hard-on wasn’t on the list of his tasks that morning. So he stared out the window instead, feeling virtuous. And deprived.