I didn't think it was a word he'd chosen lightly. Damian nearly started a riot at Danse Macabre the first night he went to work after we became a true triumvirate. The lawyer, of course, didn't believe me. I stroked him with my hands, until I had his eyes looking at me instead of the inside of his own eyelids.
His voice was a harsh whisper, as if he were having trouble talking, We'll never top what we've already done tonight. He gave a surprised burst of laughter and sat back in his chair and stopped trying to treat me like a client. Jason's eyes went wide. But no, Richard wasn't that aware of his body, at least not for seduction.
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