With a harumph, he moved between my knees.
“No. No. It’s not the vibe,” David said, lowering the camera. “It’s missing something.” He raised his hand, and Olivia, his very dedicated assistant, rushed over, and the pair exchanged a few short words. Olivia ran off and came back with a long, checkered scarf clutched in her hand.
She approached Drew, and he gave her a look.
“David wants to try this,” she said, draping it around his neck, flinging one end over his shoulder.
“Yasss!” David called.
Olivia ran away, and Drew looked at me. “For shit’s sake, T.”
I laughed. “I’ve never seen you so stylish.”
Drew gave me the finger.
“Trent, put your arms around Drew. Embrace him like you can’t get enough.”
“Well, that’s easy,” I mused, grabbing Drew around the waist and yanking him into me. “I definitely will never get enough of you.”
“He’s acting like this is for some romance novel at the grocery store,” Drew griped.
“Aww, baby. Just smile and pretend you love me.”
He sighed. “I don’t have to pretend.”
“Forget about them,” I murmured, pulling him closer. “Just look at me.”
“You are my favorite sight,” he whispered.
His track suit was thick beneath my palm, and even though it was clean, it was permanently scented with sweat and motor oil.
“I can’t believe it’s been ten years,” I told him.
“It’s been more than ten.”
Just before our lips brushed, David interrupted. “Take off your shirt, Trent.”
Drew jolted back. “What?”
“It’s essential.”
“Essential, my ass,” Drew barked.
“Give the people what they want,” someone in the back yelled.
“For fuck’s sake,” Drew spat and turned to me. “Why is everyone always trying to get you to take your shirt off?”
“You don’t want me to take my shirt off?” I teased, reaching for the buttons to undo one at my chest.
His hand covered mine, stopping the action. “That’s a no-brainer, but I would prefer if we were alone.”
Leaning in, I whispered, “Think of this as foreplay.”
Drew brushed my hand away and undid a button, then another and another, all the way down until the garment was open against my chest.
“It’s getting hot in here!” David whistled. “Music!”
Music started playing, and Drew’s knuckles brushed over the center of my stomach, making my muscles ripple.
