“Oh, boy. It’s punishment to hold back, don’t you think?” I drawl, taking cautious steps toward Zeath. Standing in front of him, I slowly unbutton his shirt before closing in to kiss his chest. “I need you to succumb to your pleasure...” I blow the sleeping hairs on it. “...and mine.”

Zeath grunts as I struggles to take the shirt off his ripped torso. He’s looking down at me through narrowed eyes charged with temptation. And now his bare body, the sweat rolling down his tan ...