EXCERPT

 

Evan had never dreamed he’d find himself here again. It had been years since he’d indulged his deviant—as his first wife had called it—passion. He’d confided it to her one night when he was particularly vulnerable after a round of intense sex and too much wine—and he’d regretted it ever since. She’d blamed the marriage breakup on his bisexual tendencies. Saying she could never look at him the same way again once she’d found out. But he suspected it had been a convenient excuse and nothing more. She’d never loved him—at least not like he thought a wife should love a husband—and her abandonment had hurt him more deeply than he cared to acknowledge even now.

Not that he had any interest in thinking about her at all right now. He had other, much more appealing things on his mind.

Jake was exactly the kind of man Evan desired. Young, fit, intelligent, with a sense of self and style. It had come through loud and clear, even from across the lobby, the classic-cut tux combined with the flamboyant red vest and tie a vivid testimony to who and what Jake Maynard was.

It didn’t hurt that he had one of the most beautiful cocks Evan had ever seen. Or tasted.

He drew his tongue down the length of it, teasing and tasting and savoring the soft groans of pleasure that reverberated from Jake’s chest. It was thick and hard and long enough to make a man’s mouth water with envy. He wrapped his right hand around the base that was clean-shaved and baby-smooth, massaging gently as he swirled his tongue around the tip. A bead of cum pearled at the slit and he licked it away gently before taking the cock deeply into his mouth and sucking gently.

He could see Jake’s fingers gripping the edge of the desk, the knuckles turning white in his efforts to keep a hold on the sanity Evan suspected was beginning to slip away.

Evan raised his other hand and pressed it to Jake’s chest. He thrilled to the rapid tattoo of Jake’s heartbeat against his hand, to the way Jake’s skin grew damp beneath his palm. The motions of Evan’s mouth accelerated, and Jake’s breathing raced to catch up. Jake’s hand released the lip of the desk and came up to latch around Evan’s wrist. He drew Jake’s hand away from his chest and pulled it to his lips where he drew Evan’s fingers deeply into his mouth.

Evan released a groan of raw, unexpected pleasure, and had to make an effort to concentrate on his task. Regretfully he reclaimed his hand, then added its motions to the mix. Cupping Jake’s balls with one hand and following the actions of his mouth with the other.

Jake’s balls tightened in his fingers.

“Jesus.” The word was a strangled epithet. Or perhaps a prayer.

 

 

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