Unfortunately, his mind had other ideas and refused to stop mooning over Sam. After fifteen minutes, hegave up even pretending to work.
Damn, he’d been surprised to see Sam on his doorstep. Graham couldn’t help remembering how good he’dfelt pressed against that wall of solid muscle as they’d danced, not to mention when the man had taken him against the brick wall behind the club. It had been a long time—years—since he’d felt so attracted to anyone. Truthfully, Graham had never felt such an intense connection toward any man and couldn’t get Sam out of his head. Those memories had spurred Graham into taking things into his own hands most nights recently. The way Sam had taken control pushed all of Graham’s buttons. It was also nice to finally put a name with the face, rather than S.G.