I turn to leave when he grabs the back of my shirt and tugs me backward. Derek steps in close, all body warmth and a fresh wash of citrusy cologne as he leans down by my ear. “I really hope you’re planning to put clothes on before dinner.” “I don’t know what you mean. I’m wearing clothes.” His groan is rough. “Let me rephrase. I’m going to need you to put on something where I can’t see the outline of your cock.”
