At last Ethan gasped. Rich almost shouted in triumph. Whatever ailed Ethan, he’d had enough of it. He tightened his legs, rolled his hips, rocked everything he could along the solid length threatening to spear into him.
“Get…off.” The order rasped out of Ethan’s throat but Rich didn’t believe it.
“Only thing better would be f*****g you in the big bed in my new house.” A good image to plant in Ethan’s mind, but Rich was certain the man blinked it away.
“So…you’re leaving?”
Wasn’t it obvious? Hadn’t been Richard’s intention to bring the topic into the conversation but fine, he’d answer. “At some point, yes. Not yet. Not before I talk to you about it.”
Ethan got that dark, questioning, mistrustful look on his face, the one Rich knew so well.
“Not the time,” Rich insisted, slipping down,
