Chapter 38

The movement drew Gideon’s attention, and his heavy gaze crawled downward, lingering on Jesse’s trapped legs for seconds before returning the journey back to where his wrists were bound behind him. “You’re going to be stiff in more than one way,” he mused. His eyes flickered upward, and Jesse’s followed, both men looking at the hook in the ceiling. “I should probably do something about that.”

Jesse nearly squirmed, eager to forget all about the reasons why he was encased in plaster. But despite the hunger in Gideon’s eyes, he continued scraping and cutting, revealing Jesse’s body inch by inch. His hips, his ass, the back of his thighs. Each time Gideon cleared a piece away, he ran his cool fingers over Jesse’s heated skin until he shivered. Finally, there was enough room for Jesse to straighten his knees, but his lower legs were still trapped.