Joe shifted uncomfortably in his throne. He’d never witnessed two men kiss before and the sight startled him. The blond bit hungrily at the full lower lip of the handsome black man as he dropped the tuxedo jacket to the floor and slipped a hand inside the man’s shirt, caressing his chest. Joe realized with a start that the olive-skinned beauty, though hanging seductively off the hip of the preoccupied black man, was staring straight at him as if gauging his reaction. He quickly looked into his drink as if he might find cover from her seductive eyes within it. The ice at the bottom of his tumbler was nearly melted, with only a few small oblong pieces refracting light from the drawing room like flickering candles.

A slender arm draped itself across his shoulders and Joe’s eyes were filled with a dazzle of red sequins as he turned to acknowledge its owner. She was a stunning creature with big doe eyes and a twenties bob of auburn locks. Rachel, or Rebecca, he fought to recall her name from their earlier conversation but was too knee-deep in whiskey to pull it to the front of his mind. She began whispering gently in his ear, but he was too fixated once again on the peculiar sight of the men kissing across the room to make out her meaning. The girl’s whispers were replaced with her lips nibbling along the edge of his ear and down to his neck, where she breathed him in deeply. She gently nudged him forward in the chair and had no trouble slipping in behind him, her red sequin dress lapping at his trousers like a frothy sea. He pulled his eyes from the trio across the room to witness the milky white hands of Rachel, or Rebecca—he no longer cared which she called herself—unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it back dramatically before dragging them across the russet tan of his chest and abs.

When he looked up, the blond Bond and olive-skinned beauty were helping the black hunk out of his shirt. His physique was truly something to behold, and though Joe had never found himself attracted to a man before, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the hulk and how the ebony muscles rippled like those of a sleek big cat on the hunt as he slipped out of his shirt and grabbed his two partners, each around the waist. Leaning to one side and then the other, he gifted each with an open kiss as if delicately tasting them before turning his attention to Joe.