“I thought—you’re intact.”
Nick frowned.
“I mean, you’re Jewish,” Dex said, smiling. “I thought you’d be cut.”
“Oh.” Nick grinned despite himself, like he wasn’t literally on display in front of the person he wanted most in the whole f*****g world. “No religion, remember? No religion, no mohel. No mohel, no bris.”
Dex pulled him in and kissed him. “Well. I know just what to do with you.”
He was so f*****g hard. He wanted so much. He wanted everything.
“C’mon,” he whispered and tugged on Dex’s zipper. “Now you.”
Dex stepped back and took care of his own situation. Nick watched with wide eyes as he stepped out of his jeans and briefs all in one go.
God. Dex was f*****g breathtaking. He looked like a picture. He was everything. Nick’s throat went dry, but he couldn’t stop looking. Dex
