“Where are these hands after I’ve worked twelve hours at the store?” Trev moaned.
Jett chuckled. “You should try sitting at a desk all day. It’s no walk in the park, you know.”
“I might have to find reasons to come into the city, just to get these massages more often.”
“If it’s only might, I’m not doing a good enough job.”
He rubbed lower, targeting the small of Trev’s back. Almost instantly, a guttural groan rumbled past his lips.
“f**k…”
“Not yet.” But soon enough.
With the insolence gone from Trev’s slouch, Jett moved to his pants. It was hard to avoid the prominent line of his erection, but he worked carefully, keeping each motion almost delicate, on his fingertips so the rest of his hands didn’t make the mistake of touching Trev before he was ready. He kept his eyes on Trev’s f
