บท 88: Chapter 88

“Can you get these clothes off us?”

“Gladly.”

A new shiver raced through Marlow from the loss of heat when Remy pulled away, but it was better, so much better with his underwear and jeans removed completely. Then Remy stood off the side of the bed to unzip his.

Marlow watched with rapt attention as Remy faced him, drawing the actions out to pull down the zipper and shimmy the jeans from his hips, pulling his underwear down with them. Some of the ink went low down Remy’s thighs.

Marlow took it all in and flushed when Remy paused to stroke himself, almost exactly how Marlow had envisioned it last night—if he’d been wearing the kilt again. Remy put all the porn Marlow had ever seen to shame, he was so beautiful. The art of the tattoos, the toned muscle giving way to just the right amount of softness.