(Smut Scene Ahead!)
Devon barely knew what he was doing. Did he want to kiss Ambrose? One hundred per cent, yes! Did he know something more might happen if he went ahead with that kiss?
Also yes.
But what he didn't imagine was the awkward position he was currently in.
He placed himself on Ambrose's lap, their eyes locked as his chest rose and fell. His arms pinned the Guide between them, leaving no room to escape. Not like either of them wanted to.
As Ambrose's hands gripped his waist, Devon brought his lips to his again. The kiss was slower this time. He started by sucking on his bottom lip, teasing the Guide enough to make a strained moan slip.
Then he ground his hips, rubbing his crotch against Ambrose's stomach and chest. His bulge was rock hard, throbbing for release.
Not yet.
"I've wondered when we'd cross this line since the day of the dungeon raid," Devon rasped on the Guide's lips, eyes batting. "And now that I have you… I feel like I don't know what to do next."
