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“Lassie!”
Carlton groaned.
“Here! Let me help!”
Before a snarky response could even formulate, Spencer had grabbed his bottle of sunscreen, and sat himself behind Carlton. It was bad enough they’d been put undercover together, but having them pretend to be lovers was too much.
Surprisingly gentle hands began to massage along his shoulder. Carlton groaned unwittingly. Something pressed lightly against his neck. Paired with the soft breath he could feel at his shoulder, Carlton assumed it was Spencers nose.
“Coconut smells nice on you,” Spencer breathed.
Carlton swallowed.
“Now, how about you lay down and let me worship this lovely body of yours, honey.”
Something must have possessed Carlton’s body, because without even a sound, he laid down. He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see Spencers characteristic grin, instead, there’s an intensity to his gaze that Carlton’s never seen before.
He laid his head back down and closed his eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea; Maybe this would be a great idea.