“Uh-uh,” Jack murmured, shoving dextrous fingers away from the button fly. “But,” Ethan began, and didn’t finish because Jack flicked a finger over a peaked, damp nipple and Ethan’s voice turned into a strangled groan. “That’s not yours to play with,” Jack said, fighting his own need to just give in, to let Ethan have his way. But he held back. Not yet.
