Cass stood there, Lord Ridgewood pressed against the tiles, water dripping off of him and onto the ground and he remained with his face down, ass up, and Cass had enough time to consider some hard truths.
Did he just like men groveling at his feet? Was that a him thing that he'd never considered before now, or was that a Lord Blackburn thing? Had Lord Blackburn discovered this already and that was why this felt so fucking natural to Cass? Or was that a Cass thing?
Was it a both of them thing?
Cass stood there, the door open, his arms crossed as the light illuminated the scene from behind him. It felt like a damn painting. Out of everything, the one thing Cass couldn't say was that this wasn't a pretty picture.
None of the male leads were unattractive, which was how they roped in everyone around them. The contrast between Lord Ridgewood's pretty pale skin, green eyes and red hair with his dark, damp clothing was…well, Cass could look, couldn't he?
