All of him. Richard glanced back, and he and Jean-Claude had one of those rare guy moments. See, I am getting smarter. I might have said something else, but Richard's power caressed my throat, flowed over my lips, so that my mouth felt hot, as if some hot, thick liquid lay on my tongue.
It was lazy, and sleepy, and filled his eyes with that knowledgeable innocence again. The candlelight didn't dance on his jeans, but Richard's body in tight jeans didn't need anything else, it was sort of self-explanatory. I thought about sending him home with someone else, letting him weep on someone else's shoulder. I saw Jason's skin split, and I felt Nathaniel tremble above me.
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