I eased the harness off his shoulders, folded it around the gun, and placed it on the valet.
Finally, I stepped back and reached for the hem of my shirt.
His lips parted slightly as I began a slow strip, and his gaze never left me. He trembled and fumbled with his tie and then the buttons of his own shirt.
“You’re…you’re wearing shorts.” He sounded disappointed.
“Yeah.” But not for long. I caught the waistband with my thumbs, turned so he could see my ass, and eased the elastic over my hips.
“Your jeans were so tight…I wondered.” He swallowed.
“I don’t usually go commando unless I’m working.” Naked, I turned to face him once more.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my cock. “You…uh…you’re not circumcised.”
“Most Greek boys aren’t.”
“You’re Greek? I didn’t know there were red-headed Greeks.”
“Well, Cleopatra was a blonde, so why not a redhead?”
“Wait, she was blonde? She was Egyptian.”