Jerome could feel his heart beating rapidly as his eyes observed every inch of the man seated on the bed before him. His hands itched to touch him. No, hold him and hug him but he knew better. He wasn’t here for that. He was simply here to serve his Sir and make sure he felt good.
Roman, on the other hand was drowning with desire. The sight of Jerome, so close yet untouchable unravelled something primal within him. He wanted to tear the walls between them, wanted to feel Jerome’s skin on his but couldn’t because of work.
The way Jerome moved around the mines, muscles taut beneath sweat-slicked skin, had been impossible to ignore and Roman knew he wanted a taste of the man. Reputation be dammed, so he called Jerome’s boss, made his demands and paid a fortune for the night.
Now, Jerome wa
