“Undress.”
Sometimes the simplest command sends the cruellest chills down the unwilling spine and James’ hands were shaking as he undid his cravat with a guarded expression, trying not to meet Beckett’s calculating greys and Theo’s corral-sharp browns. Suddenly cold fingers joined his, answering a wordless command James whished he could have
(
Read more... )
Comments 3
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment