Scott claimed he was being driven crazy. Twice now, he’d characterized the contact between them like that. What he didn’t know—maybe what he couldn’t see past his own fierce desires—was how hard it was for Duke not to just take everything he had to offer and devour him on the spot. He’d thought of little else over the past month. Fantasies of Scott, of waking up with him in the morning, of f*****g him senseless whenever the whim took him, had consumed nearly every waking moment, and all of his sleeping ones. The force of it had frightened him more than once. It had been enough to stop him from looking Scott up right away, using work as a convenient excuse. It still frightened him.
But what frightened him more was losing Scott entirely. So he was going to prove to both of them just how wor
