“You shouldn’t scoff at your fortune,” Cason said. Sex “You shouldn’t scoff at your fortune,” Cason said. He had to try and keep some distance. He took a deep breath. “Remember your words,” he said when Vince tugged at the thick black leather wrist cuffs once Cason buckled them, trying to lift his chest up off the table. I trust you,” he said the last bit in a breathy voice as Cason spread his knees farther apart, exposing his ass and balls. Never doubt that. Having to make choices that affected both him and Vince without that safety net his ability gave him was an eye opener. ****
Tiffany didn’t have her baby that day, but she went into labor during the night. Nothing said boring like his work clothes, so he changed into a pair of black jeans but kept the blue pinstripe shirt. “It weighs just enough. Finch to stop everything.” Vince had been biting his bottom lip again, turning it puffy already. He had a lot of ideas about what they could do, if Vince was up for playing after dinner.
