“Oil. It makes it easier.” Murdo crawled onto the mattress and straddled David’s thighs. His gaze was hot, his faint smile promising. “I’m going to rub it on you—and in you—and do other unspeakable things to you too.” He grinned,… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Oil. It makes it easier.” Murdo crawled onto the mattress and straddled David’s thighs. His gaze was hot, his faint smile promising. “I’m going… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Murdo’s scent, earthy and male, was intoxicating. David held his lover open and lapped at the pinched edges of his hole, loosening and stimulating… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“There wasn’t a bit of innocence or purity in him. He was sinful and cynical. Unapologetic. He cared nothing for the world. He just… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Murdo twisted, rolling David onto his back and under him, and they wrestled for a minute, muscles straining, bodies pressing and sliding, a brief… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“To hell with what I deserve,” Murdo whispered. “All I want is you.” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Yes, I hate what I am at times, but at least I accept myself enough to realise that I can’t lie my way through… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“David woke to birdsong, the smell of morning chocolate…and an aching arse. Opening” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Who would look at him and guess what he was? A sodomite. Or almost a sodomite. Certainly in thought, if not quite yet in… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“The thought of you being dead—I realised I couldn’t bear it. Bad enough not to have you. But for you not to be alive… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Balfour kissed up the line of David’s throat and whispered harshly in his ear, “God, but I want to do everything to you. I… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“So…will I see you in Edinburgh, then, for the King’s visit?” Murdo paused, mid-step, at that question. He knew what he wanted. He knew… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“The knot of ropes that bound Murdo to his father was Gordian in its complexity and subtlety. Tonight, Murdo had swept a sword through… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“What might’ve happened to Lauriston in two long years? The man could have moved away from Edinburgh altogether. He might have married, or become… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Tell me,” Murdo said. “Will you come back here with me tonight, David? Will you come to my bed again?” And somehow, despite everything,… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
