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Seduced by Moonlight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 5 из 292It had taken two days worth of arguing to get Doyle into the thong bikini bottomhe had on. He'd never participated in the court's casual nudity.
Doyle stood, and the front of the suit was tiny enough, and close enough in color, that I could see Rhys's point. If you didn't know how magnificent Doyle looked nude, you might think this was it, at a glance. From the back he looked almost as nude as Rhys.
«I am wearing this, and I am in public view.»
«You're cute,» Rhys said, «but if we want the tabloids to stop trying to snap pictures through the bedroom windows, we need to play fair with them. We need to give them a show.» He spread his arms wide when he said the last, turning his back to me so I got the full view of the back of his body. The view was better without the bathing suit to break up the clean, muscled lines of him. He still had a wonderful ass, unlike some bodybuilders, who've taken the lack of body fat to a point where there is nothing soft on their bodies. You need a little softness to hide the lines of muscles, or it just looks wrong.
I could hear the helicopter now. «We're running out of time, gentlemen. I do not want to go back to having the photographers camped out in the trees outside the wall.»
Rhys glanced back at me. «If we don't give the first tabloid a good show, they'll tell the rest that we lied, and we'll have them climbing all over us again.» He sighed, and not as if he was happy. «I'd rather flash my ass to the entire country than have another photographer break his arm falling off the roof.»
«Agreed,» I said.
Doyle took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth. «Agreed.» How little he liked it showed in the lines of his body, the way he stood. If he couldn't act better than this, Doyle would have to be excused from future photo opportunities.
Rhys came to the foot of my lounge chair and knelt on all fours, with his hands on the chair arms. He was grinning at me, and I knew he'd find a way of enjoying this. It might be duty, and he might prefer to just shoot the helicopter out of the sky, but he'd play fair, and he'd find a way to make it fun, if he could.
I gazed down his body, because I couldn't help it. I couldn't not look at him dangling there, close enough to fondle, close enough for so much. My voice was a little less than steady when I asked, «Do you have a plan?»
«I thought we'd make out.»
«And what am I supposed to be doing?» Doyle asked. He sounded disgusted with the entire situation. He loved being my lover, loved the possibility of being king; he hated the publicity and everything that went with it.
Doyle stood, and the front of the suit was tiny enough, and close enough in color, that I could see Rhys's point. If you didn't know how magnificent Doyle looked nude, you might think this was it, at a glance. From the back he looked almost as nude as Rhys.
«I am wearing this, and I am in public view.»
«You're cute,» Rhys said, «but if we want the tabloids to stop trying to snap pictures through the bedroom windows, we need to play fair with them. We need to give them a show.» He spread his arms wide when he said the last, turning his back to me so I got the full view of the back of his body. The view was better without the bathing suit to break up the clean, muscled lines of him. He still had a wonderful ass, unlike some bodybuilders, who've taken the lack of body fat to a point where there is nothing soft on their bodies. You need a little softness to hide the lines of muscles, or it just looks wrong.
I could hear the helicopter now. «We're running out of time, gentlemen. I do not want to go back to having the photographers camped out in the trees outside the wall.»
Rhys glanced back at me. «If we don't give the first tabloid a good show, they'll tell the rest that we lied, and we'll have them climbing all over us again.» He sighed, and not as if he was happy. «I'd rather flash my ass to the entire country than have another photographer break his arm falling off the roof.»
«Agreed,» I said.
Doyle took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth. «Agreed.» How little he liked it showed in the lines of his body, the way he stood. If he couldn't act better than this, Doyle would have to be excused from future photo opportunities.
Rhys came to the foot of my lounge chair and knelt on all fours, with his hands on the chair arms. He was grinning at me, and I knew he'd find a way of enjoying this. It might be duty, and he might prefer to just shoot the helicopter out of the sky, but he'd play fair, and he'd find a way to make it fun, if he could.
I gazed down his body, because I couldn't help it. I couldn't not look at him dangling there, close enough to fondle, close enough for so much. My voice was a little less than steady when I asked, «Do you have a plan?»
«I thought we'd make out.»
«And what am I supposed to be doing?» Doyle asked. He sounded disgusted with the entire situation. He loved being my lover, loved the possibility of being king; he hated the publicity and everything that went with it.