A tiny nod indicated Donner agreed.
Nate sealed the pledge with a soft, sensual kiss, one filled with leashed passion and unsaid words.
Donner gave back, bracketing Nate’s face with his hands. He used the leverage to press a bit harder, deepening the lip lock.
Just as Nate began a game of tag with Nate’s probing tongue, his phone rang. With a muttered curse, he stepped back, and shot Donner an apologetic glance. “Sorry. I need to get this.” He swiped across the screen of the phone to answer the call after recognizing the number. “Now what?”
“Jarvis wants to know, and I quote, ‘in what universe do you think that squash is a substitute for sweet potatoes.’”
Nate sighed heavily at Thaddeus through the phone. “You called me for that?”
“Oh, there’s more than that. Much more. You want the
