SECOND SIN
There were no words left to fight back with.
Noah’s hand came up, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate line from Nathan’s jaw down the side of his neck. Nathan flinched but didn’t pull away. “Bet you’d do it again for double,” Noah whispered, his breath warm against Nathan’s ear. He pulled another, thicker wad of cash from his pocket and waved it slowly, tantalizingly, in the space between them.
“This is sexual abuse,” Nathan forced out, swallowing hard.