Ares' skin was smooth beneath Jamie's palms as he ran them over Ares' sides. He brushed a dusky nipple with his thumb before he curled his fingers into the white shirt and pulled it over the exposed chest.
"Isn't that obvious?" National Security asked, his voice a little rough around the edges, as he withdrew from the Greek and settled in his chair.
Eyes gone a darker shade of blue looked up at Ares.