With a wink from Aiden, Marc’s desire ramped up. It was immediate. Primal. If he found out Aiden rode a motorcycle and wore leather, he may never breathe again. He was the perfect daddy to his fantasies. The ones he’d never shared with anyone. Well, except for Graham. Which probably meant that Sam knew, too.
Sam asked Aiden to join him on the deck, and once they stepped outside, Marc grabbed the counter and fought the urge to follow.
“Wow,” Graham murmured, raising an eyebrow. “That was some serious heat between you guys. Should Sam and I leave?”
Marc rolled his eyes and tried to blow it off. “Whatever.”
Graham laughed. “I thought you weren’t dating right now.”
“True. I’m holding out for Mr. Right, just like you did and—” His jaw dropped. “Oh, my God! Graham.” He grabbed his friend’s arm. “His name is Mr. Wright!”
Graham chuckled. “Yes it is.”