Malcolm Bright

Oh. That was great, his fingers on Malcolm's skin. Were... were they going to do this right here in the stairwell?

Well. They could.

God, Raylan was a good kisser. His mouth was distracting. His grip was so firm and commanding.

Open the door, Bright, he told himself, but his tone was somewhat less firm and commanding than Raylan's hands and he began pushing the expensive tux jacket off Raylan's shoulders instead.