It soon became obvious that Oliver Mylor, the indulgent wife that he was, had never been meant to resist this level of temptation.
Clearly, he'd only ever been trained to say no to kidnappers with balloons, terrorists, monetary bribes, and even shameless credit-grabbing—but never to something as dangerously persuasive as unadulterated lust and sexual pleasure.
Because, at the moment, Kyle could ask him to surrender an organ, and he would likely agree to it.
Worse, his husband could probably ask for his emergency snacks—and even the backup stash of his backup stash—and he'd still hand them over without a second thought.
The inexperienced blonde was that far gone.
He was so far gone that he'd contorted himself just to put his hand around Kyle's, ensuring he wouldn't suddenly stop like earlier.
He couldn't afford to stop now, not when Ollie was certain he was starting to have an out-of-body experience with how his flesh tingled in ways he'd never imagined.
