Jordan Fox grips James Carter’s hips while his tattooed arms coil around him, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his back as they press together. Carter’s light hair flicks against Fox’s dark as his mouth seals over the other’s, teeth grazing the lower lip before his tongue sweeps in. The red sleeveless top rides up, exposing the taut lines of Carter’s stomach as Fox’s hands slide lower, tracing the ridges of his abs.
