by Ruth

"Someone is watching us."

"Rather unlikely."

Smooth, milk chocolate skin melted over flexed muscles in the hot Nevada sun. Naked on a recliner by the pool of a Vegas hotel. Strong, crooked hands working his back and thighs. Rough over smooth. Ebony eyes, slow smile, white teeth. Narrow hips restless, rolling, pressing against callused fingertips above. Rocking, grinding into taut canvas beneath.

A Venetian blind in the lobby lifts, clatters, drops.

"I want to -- ah, yes, right there -- know something, Rupert. Are you doing this mostly to shock your Slayer?"

Moss green eyes, slow smile, white teeth. "Does it matter?"


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