“He’s naked, isn’t he?” “Of course,” I muttered, crossing my arms. Attes frowned and finally, finally broke eye contact with Casteel to glance at Reaver. “The people of this age are quite prudish,” Reaver stated. “Not wanting your dick out near my wife doesn’t make me prudish,” Casteel shot back. Attes’s silver gaze slid back to him, and his jaw loosened. “I think I actually agree with that.”
