Here’s a section from Barrack and Willow’s fourth book, How Can This Be. They’re my most exhibitionist couple ever.

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“Make love to me, please?”

Willow’s arms tighten around his neck and his soft question left a wet spot inside his jeans. “This, My Willow, I can do.” Sliding his hands up Barrack let them wonder just underneath his Willow’s shirt lightly playing along exposed skin.

“On the terrace? Please?” Willow’s slight breath against his neck is just about his undoing.

“Anything, My Willow, wants.”

“Fuck.” Dropping the water bottle Willow practically drags Barrack to the stairs. “Now? Please?”

Coming to an abrupt halt Barrack refuses to budge. The other man’s blue steel gray eyes look to him in confusion for only a moment. He watches as Willow lets go of his hand. Taking one step towards him Willow lowers himself to his knees, his hands dancing along one of Barrack’s legs. Willow’s cheek nuzzles his crotch. Those impossible eyes look up at him from under long black lashes. “Please?” Groaning loudly his fingers run themselves through his Willow’s soft hair, gripping. Those lips kiss his throbbing length through his jeans. “Please? Bare, please? On the terrace, please?”