Ian followed Rémy’s example kissing him down his neck. Rémy’s hands and mouth were everywhere. Ian, on the other hand, was lost in thought.
“Your distraction is not a testament to my love making skills.” Rémy seemed a bit peeved.
“I’m sorry. I just worry about you and your position. Maybe I’m not good enough. Maybe once Armand gets to know me, he won’t like me. I’m not educated. I’m nothing special, no one really.”
Rémy picked Ian up and out from under the covers, put him in front of a mirror and stood behind him. “Consider what I see when I see you.”
Ian shrugged his shoulders. “I’m nothing much.”