He stood in the Oxblood shadows of Grayson’s Treasure, alone. The familiar musk of man combined with the slippery sweetness of mansex filled the air. His eyes, heavy like tropical fruit, never leaving the brash and carnal symmetry of the man across the room. There was a slobber of desire, a sensuous shove toward desire, which never ended. The salivation that propelled them toward an ardent and sensuous embrace.