บท 91: Chapter 91

But the point was…he was hard. And surging with power. And not out of breath anymore. Besides, it wasn’t that late yet, or as if he had any lines on finding the rogue Mage to bring her to justice.

He shifted so he was propped on his side to better face Remy. Glancing down the whole gorgeous form of the man lying beside him, he appreciated every scar, tattoo, and chiseled attribute.

“Can I, umm…” Marlow gathered his nerves to say this before he looked Remy in the eyes. “Can I fuck you back?”

Remy smirked, and then blinked at Marlow like he must be insane. “Now?”

Marlow couldn’t help that his sex drive was impossible!

Eventually, however, Remy said, “I think we can arrange something.”

“And, umm…”

“Yes?”

“Do you have that kilt?”

* * * *

The next morning, they discovered a note stuck to Remy’s fridge.

Next time don’t be so embarrassed to ask for what you want. You’re welcome