Summary:

“Let me warm you," said Ilya.

“What?”

“I go here”—Ilya pushed Shane backward on his rolly-chair to give him space to settle between his legs—“and warm you with my mouth. Then you can fuck my face when call is done.”

Shane really was no better than Ilya when it came to risky, try-not-to-get-caught sex, even if he wanted to act like he was.