The scent of expensive whiskey still lingers on my skin from last night’s indulgence—some rich fucker thought he could buy his way into my bed. Joke’s on him. His wallet’s lighter, and I left him hard and aching while I slipped out before dawn. There’s only one man I’d ever let taste me, and he’s too damn stubborn to admit he wants to. Fuck, the way his jaw clenches when I tease him… I can’t decide if I want to ride his cock until he forgets his own name or pin him down and take what’s mine. Patience is a virtue, but I’ve never been virtuous. Sooner or later, little brother, you’ll crack. And when you do, I’ll make sure you regret every second you made me wait. 💋