"Some things aren't about winning," Jesper says. All the same, he turns over and finds the lubricant he keeps in his nightstand along an opened box of rubber sheathes. Damned convenient, this modern age can be.

But saints, he wants this and that's reason enough to go as far as Kaz will let him. Jesper leans in and kisses his throat again, finding that spot that caught his attention before.