Chapter 17

Confident in his plan for the future, he placed the lightest of kisses on Rafael’s hair, settled his head on the pillow, and slept. 8

Grant eased into consciousness to the glorious sensation of his cock rubbing along Rafael’s ass crack. Keeping his eyes closed, he reveled in the warmth, the nearness, the firm flesh. The little helpless sounds the man was making as he wriggled and pressed for more contact were so beguiling. Grant let his fingers trail across Rafael’s hip to the groin, seeking a way under the scratchy uniform.

Uniform.

Oh.

Omega facility.

He sighed and willed his erection to disappear—not that it paid any attention. Damn. He needed to concentrate on finding those kidnapped children, not wallow shamelessly with the enticing, sleepy beta. He opened his eyes and saw the desk lamp was on—the electricity had been restored.