“Especially then,” Reza tells him. “Especially when they’re f*****g gorgeous, all broad and strong and lovely, fuck.”
Vince feels himself flush with the words, heat melting down his spine as his hips twitch of their own accord. “So the anterior hypothalamus.”
“Yeah,” Reza hums, tucking Vince’s hand against his chest so the man can pinch at his n*****s, scratch lightly down his pecs. “So the pheromone, they call it AND, and they find it in the sweat of males.”
“Hot.”
“Shh.” f*****g around with the buttons of Vince’s shirt, Reza continues, “You end up registering the smell in your orbitofrontal cortex, as well.” He starts actually undoing the buttons, now, little sounds as each one comes undone. “’S responsible for olfactory function. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” The detective lets his fing
