'You enjoy a show, do you?' said Laurent, lips pursed against a knowing smile. He wondered if it had always been so, if Damen had preferred to lie back and experience pleasure with his former lovers. It was a passive arrangement of Damen's powerful body that Laurent could not imagine him enjoying, even if it were true, and he satisfied himself with the rare, self-satisfied thought that he might be the exception.

He reached forward, spreading his hand against Damen's thigh. Even his long fingers couldn't hope to span the width of it, and without pressing he knew he would encounter muscle nearly as solid as a wall. If it was a question of strength, Damen certainly possessed enough. 'Perhaps one day you'll show me one.'