“I don’t know why this place doesn’t have an elevator.”
Graham laughed. “It does. It’s just broken. These old buildings were converted into hotels. You remember this one from last time. It was someone’s home.”
They walked up three sets of stairs to their floor and down the hall to the end. Graham pushed Morton against the door as he was reaching to take the key out of his pocket.
“Hey—”
His lips were covered—no…devoured by Graham’s. The big warrior’s hands slid under Morton’s shirt, stroking over bare skin. Then Graham inched a hand down to Morton’s crotch and squeezed.
“Oh, f**k,” Morton gasped against Graham’s mouth.
“I guess I can’t do that here in the hallway where anyone can see.”
“Probably not a good idea. Inside. Now.”
Graham released him long enough to slip the key into the
