Chapter 26

Reaching for his belt buckle, I found I was all fingers and thumbs.

“Here, let me.” Cory reached down but I batted his hands away.

“No, mine.”

Back came that smirk. Looked even sexier atop a naked chest.

Finally I worked the belt fastening loose and then attacked the button on his waistband. The zip presented no problems, so I quickly shucked his trousers down, or at least tried to. They were remarkably tight against his legs. Surely they had to be uncomfortable to wear. But I had other, more important, things on my mind. Because, there, in front of me, was a blue pair of obscenely tented boxer shorts. I smiled. They were in the same shade of blue as Cory’s undershirt.