Inappropriate Conduct
Julian’s hand was resting casually—but possessively—high on Jamie’s inner thigh, thumb drawing slow, absent circles over the denim.
Jamie tilted his head back and looked up at Julian with a lazy, dangerous smile.
“Truth or dare,” he said.
Julian raised an eyebrow. “We’re not in college.”
“Exactly.” Jamie’s grin widened. “No rules. No limits. No coworkers or board members to walk in and ruin it.”
Julian’s thumb paused. Then resumed—slower, more deliberate.
“Dare,” he said, voice already lower.
Jamie’s eyes darkened.
“I dare you,” he said slowly, “to take off every piece of clothing you’re wearing… without using your hands.”