Chapter 2The heat wrapped around his c**k threatened to incinerate him from the inside out. The vent blowing cool air overhead helped, but only a little. It wasn’t enough to dry the beads of sweat on his brow and the back of his neck, or to ease the flush of his skin. Carts full of dishes rattled by the closed door—he could hear it clearly. Which meant that everybody in the kitchen should be able to hear them. But that didn’t slow Nick down. It didn’t even bother him. It wasn’t as though they would throw Nick in jail. Or kick him off the island.
The young man beneath him writhed and shouted with each hard thrust. His skin gleamed with sweat, and Nick couldn’t get a good hold on his slick arms. He finally gave up and switched his attention, gripping the young waiter by the hips instead. Th
