![]() ![]() ![]() He closed his eyes and focused on his breath, and then, when he was ready, placed his palms flat on the mat, level with his knees. Ignoring his voyeur, Sam pushed himself up from the cobra pose, so he sat back on his calves. He reveled in the sight of corded muscles moving beneath the taut surface of the younger man’s skin, like the workings of a well-honed machine. Declan adored how pliant and supple Sam was. He stared, bug-eyed and slack-jawed at all of that flawless pale skin, wrapped around an athletic, slim frame. He was on his belly, his back bowed, and his palms pushing against the floor as his shoulders rose in the midst of the cobra pose.ĭeclan slumped to sit silently on the king-size bed and watch. “Why d’ye no’ pick up? I’ve called ye, like, six times already! James wants us in fer a meet -” Declan stopped, and in the way, only Sam Aiken could do, the breath was stolen from his lungs.ĭeclan’s yoga mat was laid out in the center of the large bedroom floor, and upon it, a shamelessly nude Sam Aiken was facing the tall antique mirror that rested against the wall. He sauntered confidently towards the bedroom and knocked once before walking in. Declan was in a buoyant mood, at last, after weeks of waiting, he’d received a call from his boss. “In here.” Sam’s distant voice filtered from the spare bedroom. ![]() “SAM! Are ye home?” Declan hollered as he opened the front door. ![]()
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