" I’ll teach you not to look at me like that,” Charles snarled through his hair before pushing it off his face. “Do you think I didn’t notice? The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?”
Oh, God!
He had to get out of there. Slip out of his grip as soon as possible, before he lost control of his body. He was already feeling it in his groin—the fire Rochester had lit was already making his balls throb.
His reply was desperate, a whisper, a tiny, brazen lie: “You’re mistaken.”
“Oh, that’s how it is, then? You have the nerve to tell me it’s not true?” The next moment he felt something firm pressing against his buttocks. Something hot and shameless. Charles’s rock-hard erection.
Dorian’s lips parted in a surprised moan. The air escaped his lungs and treacherous arousal rose all the way to his throat, breaking his voice and his willpower.
“No…” I don’t know. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t spying on you on purpose.”
“But you did. You always do. "

― Valentina C. Brin , Rise of a Nobleman (Possession, #1)