Venetia stopped, lowered her voice. “I’ve never drawn anything like this. Certainly none with you—”“I know. I know all your pictures.” Marcus stroked her bare shoulders and shivers tumbled down her spine. “You’ve drawn women together. But this scene does remind me of your Reunion of School Chums and he’s changed it to suit his catamites.”Two brawny young men shared the Grecian-style daybed. One lay on his back with a muscular arm resting on the bolster. The other had his arm flung across the first man’s hips, his hand squeezing the plump sac that nestled between lean thighs.Mouth dry, Venetia watched how an experienced hand played with a man’s balls. The ministrations were so aggressive. Surely the one being fondled must be in pain.But they kissed passionately, with mouths wide open, tongues jabbing and tangling. Both sported erections—the swollen cocks as unique as their owners. The one lying on his back had golden curls on his head, sherry-colored ones at his crotch and a thick, straight member that jutted upward.
