Chapter 82

No such luck. He was too used to using something other than his hand, but he didn’t own toys. He’d never needed them. Now, he had to slow down, focus on feeling,clear his thoughts.

Dark eyes flashed through his mind and he snapped his eyes open.

He tried again.

Dark skinappeared this time, luscious and glistening, and the curve of a teasing smirk.

Marlow growled. The one person he didn’t want to think about tonight kept springing to mind, and the worst part was, he got a little closer to finishing every time it happened.

After several more minutes of the same back and forth, Marlow finally just gave in, picturing that kilt, with a bare chest above and bare legs beneath, bare everythingbeneath, while Remy slowly raised it, showing off a sizable cock that he took in hand and stroked—