Dukes of Peril (The Royals of Forsyth University, #6)

by Angel Lawson

Until I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down. He yanks his arms back down to his sides, abs flexing and tense. “Uh,” he says, suddenly pale. “Shit, yeah, I guess you would want to do it there.” He stiffens as I tug, revealing a soft patch of pubic hair. “Makes sense–dibs and all.” His eyes drop to the slow reveal of his long, half-hard dick, brows crushing inward. “Just your name, right? What’s ‘Lavinia’, like seven letters?” His voice pitches higher and higher, and then chokes off as I peel his boxer briefs down his legs, his green eyes flying wide. “You’re not going to do your last name too, are you? Because it’s not like there are that many Lavinia’s in Forsyth. If you think about it, initials would work just as–” “Remy,” I say, throwing his underwear aside. “Relax. I’m not going to tattoo your dick.” His head thumps back, body sagging in relief. “Oh, thank fuck. Not saying I wouldn’t take it like a man, because–”