"Oh God!" Spencer flattened himself against the wall and writhed, wanton, carnal.
Where's his pole? Carlton thought sourly.
"The spirits tell me that we need to look -- "
I'm not looking anywhere but right at you, Spencer, you posturing, posing --
Carlton didn't add 'pathetic' to the list. That adjective was reserved for him, the addict staring.
Did Spencer know what he did to Carlton with these displays; licked lips, groping hands, flashes of exposed skin? Did he?
Spencer collapsed, gasping, and their eyes met. Spencer winked and blew him a kiss.
Yeah, Spencer knew.
Where were his cuffs, goddammit?
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