Chapter 25
Corey’s body burned where Ian’s hands left a ring of fire with each fumbled touch. In the hotel elevator, it was all Corey could do not to seize Ian in a tight embrace and devour him with kisses. The memory of his friend’s lips on the skin hidden beneath the waistband of his jeans enflamed him—he pictured that damp mouth closing over the tip of his d**k, those caramel eyes looking up as Ian went down on him, and God, but that mental image didn’t help things. If it weren’t for Sam, Corey would let Ian have him in the elevator, just push the stop button between floors and they’d get it on right here, right now. A few more minutes and you’ll be in your room. You can hold until then, Corey. You’ve waited this long. No one ever died from a hard-on before.
When the elevator stopped
