[ Johnny, none the wiser as to what Jack really intends to do, pushes the sheets off them both and rolls over on his stomach, grinning over his shoulder at him. ]
I like that idea. [ How many nights had he spent doing the same, tracking kisses down his spine, lingering at the dip before he draws back to his shoulders, reveling in Jack's body and the way he utters his pleasure?
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I like that idea. [ How many nights had he spent doing the same, tracking kisses down his spine, lingering at the dip before he draws back to his shoulders, reveling in Jack's body and the way he utters his pleasure?
He settles, hugging the pillow. ]