Adam groaned, and across the room at the bar, Clark’s jaw flexed. The music wasn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the very familiar sound of a hand impacting flesh, and before he could stop himself—think through what the hell he was doing—Clark turned on the stool. He got an eyeful of Adam, hard, needy, and clinging to Tristan, even as Adam obviously wanted more from Daniel.
And Daniel…
All Clark could see was the line of Daniel’s back, the tilt of his head as he considered Adam and his next move. But Clark had absolutely no trouble filling in the intensity of the gaze, the concentration, the care, or the simmering lust that Clark found himself wanting and hating at the same time.
Breath catching and body going still, Clark watched with half the room, view unfortunately unobstructed, a
