Jim handed over the story he'd written. It was sexual, sensual. A fantasy story about a man and the sheik who'd captured him. Adored him. Made him a pleasure slave.
It was silly and goofy and fun and, surprisingly, hot as hell.
He hoped Marcus liked it.
He hoped Marcus liked it and paid attention to the scene on page eight.
That one had made his balls ache.
A lot.
Published on December 27, 2010 20:54