I wasn’t staring at your ass,” Arranulf, who had been staring at his ass, said.

Tate?” “What?” he barked at him. Logan couldn’t help the way his dick reacted to it. “I can’t even remember what he looks like because all I can picture is you.

I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can’t see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell,...