INFINITE SHADES OF GAY: A Collection Of Raw MM Erotica
Kane, the hedge-fund kingpin, youngest at thirty-eight and always the most unhinged, was already shirtless, abs flexing as he scrolled his phone.
“Ryder,” Jax called, voice low and amused. “You’re late. We were about to start without you.”
I dropped my suit jacket on the back of a chair, rolling my shoulders. “Traffic in the sky was a bitch. Where are the girls? I’ve been hard since takeoff thinking about that brunette from last time—the one who could deepthroat a baseball bat.”
Kane laughed, dark and filthy. “That’s the thing, man. Tonight’s different.”