Chapter 7
The sight of that enticing body stayed with Bond all the way to the hospital. The knife came to mind first, gripped in long, sure fingers ready to strike, then to a c**k jutting from a nest of hair as black as that on his head as it dripped a watery trail on the wooden staircase. The morning light danced off wet, creamy skin at his groin, stretching to hips narrow enough to please.
He’d stood with his mouth open as Rory turned and retraced his steps. The ass he presented was smooth and taut, and the slight indentations over the hipbones were perfect for a firm grip while making love. Hanging from between corded, muscled thighs, his sac swung invitingly with each step he took.
On the instant, Bond’s pants were way too snug, and he unzipped his fly for relief when he really want
