"I'll use the condoms tonight..." Kaelan whispered against Marcus's burning ear, his teeth lightly catching the assistant's lobe as his hand kept Marcus's hips locked completely flush against his own.
Marcus could barely breathe. His fingers were still digging helplessly into the knit fabric of Kaelan's dark turtleneck, his mind completely split between the sudden, treacherous melting of his knees and the sheer panic that someone from the estate might walk out onto the gravel driveway. "You—you absolute pervert," Marcus managed to choke out, his face a bright, unvarnished shade of crimson as he tried to look everywhere except at the scientist's smug, bespectacled face. "Let me go. I'm serious, Kaelan, the Boss is going to—"
