Chapter 30

His lover zipped up his own suitcase and set it on the floor. “I’m going to take this out and put it by the front door. You got your suit in the garment bag?”

“Yeah.”

Scott also scooped that up and wheeled his bag out of the room.

Preston rechecked that he had everything and closed his suitcase. He set it on the side of the room, then pulled down the blanket and sheet on the bed.

Scott came back, already pulling his muscle T-shirt over his head. He dropped it at the foot of the bed.

Preston’s mouth twisted. “Babe, the hamper is right there.”

Scott’s grin was decidedly unrepentant and wicked. He shrugged and turned his back on Preston. He slowly lowered his shorts, like a striptease, exposing only the very top of his crease.

Preston swallowed. He tore off his own shirt, his gaze never leaving that tight ass as Scott scooted the shorts down over the curve of his cheeks. “Shit, babe, you’re making me crazy.”

Scott grinned over his shoulder. “That’s the plan, Pres.”