Page 46 of Private Exhibit (Gentleman Hackers #4)

DEVON STARED up at the mirrored ceiling, unable to take his gaze off what he saw. He hardly blinked, too wholly turned-on to miss a second.

Andy lay on his back in the middle of the bed, with Devon draped on top of him, Devon's back to Andy's chest. It left Devon completely exposed to their reflection. He saw himself sprawled out, legs splayed, Andy's arms around him as the man planted his feet and rocked his hips up, fucking Devon slow and deep.