The phone rings a little after nine. Because he doesn’t feel like answering it, Adam doesn’t move. He just wants to lie in bed, naked beneath the covers, his hands touching the places Paul touched the previous evening. His fingers stroke along his inner thighs, over his stomach, along his d**k. With careless ease he rubs below his balls…just touching. Slivers of pleasure ripple through him but it’s just playing right now. He isn’t going to get off on it. Not when he has Paul for that.
Who might be calling you right this minute.
He frowns at the phone by his bed. What if that is Paul on the other end? What if he’s calling just to talk before they have to be at the studio, where they won’t be alone because all the others will be there, too? Suddenly Adam wants to hear that deep voice say h
