Doyle closed the bedroom door and set his messenger bag on the console table opposite the bed. Dinner had been relaxing and there had been no talk of the case. When Brandon and Riley offered to clean up, Doyle decided to use the opportunity to discuss the case with Kord in private.
Kord was sprawled out on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his hairy chest rhythmically moving, his c**k half-erect and partly peeking out from the rim of his underwear. Doyle glanced at him and felt himself respond to the sight. He knew they’d never get any work done if Kord didn’t cover up.
Throwing a light blanket over the big hunk, Doyle smiled.
“What’s that for? I’m not cold.”
“But you’re making me hot, lying there like that. You need to cover up if we’re going to get any work done. And I do need to get
