Returning his focus to Mr. Quigley with an apologetic look, he prompted. “Sorry about that. You were saying?”
For ten minutes straight, Graeme listened to his business partner’s endless chatter. Everything was perfectly alright, until suddenly an odd heat raced down his spine, distracted him.
Disconcerted, Graeme blinked.
What the hell was that?
The heat abated, and he ignored it, making a mental note to have himself checked out tomorrow. The last thing he needed was to fall sick.
A few minutes later, the same weird sensation traveled down his body, making him flinch. What in the hell?
It returned again, this time with a vengeance. Instead of fizzling out like the other two had done, it shot straight down into his c**k, causing it to twitch to life.
Alarmed, Graeme fought agai
