9 Chapter 9

When he realized Bryce was watching him over the rim of his glass, he shivered. For a split second, it was Bryce who had him pinned to the couch, and Bryce whose hand slithered between their bodies to find his aching cock. He gulped at his wine and nearly spilled it down his shirtfront.

“You look a bit flustered.” Bryce smiled knowingly. “Maybe you should just forego the movie and put on some nice music. That’ll be less distracting for both of you.”

“Not if he wants to dance.” Because then dancing would lead to full-frontal touching, which would lead to hands on asses, which would probably lead to coming in his pants like a teenager because he hadn’t touched another man’s body in fifteen years.

Bryce finished his second glass of wine and arched his brow. “But dancing is often better than just sitting on the couch. So with the music, you’re a winner either way.”