“What a creep,” Dylan muttered, coming into Mars’ bedroom.
Mars eyed the obvious bulge in Dylan’s pants and shook his head. “I’m not sure you having cybersex with our possible suspect makes me a happy camper.”
Dylan flashed a teasing grin, obviously wanting to defuse a possible situation with Mars before it happened. “Think of it as foreplay.”
“Not even,” Mars said tightly, watching Dylan get undressed. “I wasn’t involved in it.”
“I wish you had been,” Dylan replied, sliding into bed to sit next to him. “Okay, that didn’t come out quite the way I meant it.”
Mars snorted. “I hope not. Despite our kidding around earlier, I’m definitely not into voyeurism, even online.”
“I know.” Dylan kissed him softly. “Just you, me and a nice warm bed. But…”
“Now what?” Mars asked in frustration. Al
