Claim Me Deeply
He had been watching.
He had been watching Ivan's every move ever since he laid eyes on him.
He had been watching the way he smiled, his dimples appearing cutely on his cheeks.
He had been watching the way he held the champagne glass. Heck! A silly thought had crossed his mind, hoping it was his cock Ivan was gripping that way instead.
"Get a grip of yourself, Shawn Maddox," he chastised himself, hating the fact that his head was saying something, his body was saying another thing.