He
was suddenly faced with the reality of such a career. In an instant, Chris went from
flirtatious to serious. Somewhere in Houston, someone waited desperately for Chris’
arrival, for his lifesaving skills. Max couldn’t fathom how Chris managed to deal with
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that level of responsibility. And the danger of such a position! Fighting fires was extremely dangerous.
Max found it all slightly unsettling. But it wasn’t as if there was anything serious
between them. This was simply a fling, wasn’t it?
* * * * *
Max cast a nervous glance around the dining room. He ran his finger over the
gleaming walnut table and adjusted a taper, the flame flickering a bit. He moved the
platter of cheeses, toasted bread, fresh fruit and crudités to the opposite end of the table.
Meandering back into the kitchen with its stainless appliances and fully stocked
shelves, Max peeked into the refrigerator and tasted the zesty bean salad. He checked
the ingredients he’d prepped for their main course and hoped Chris would enjoy the
cognac shrimp.
A loud knock drew his attention. Apprehension rippled through him. Max self-
consciously touched his hair and smoothed his shirt. As he made his way through the
suite to answer the door, he surveyed the rooms. The suite was magnificently
appointed with sleek yet welcoming furniture and every amenity a guest could possibly
request. Max wanted everything to be perfect for Chris’ arrival.
Hand trembling slightly, Max unlocked and opened the door. Chris loomed in the
doorway looking ever so sexy in his jeans and dove-gray polo. The impact of his
delicious scent sent Max’s pulse racing. Max wrestled down the urge to throw himself
at Chris, to bury his nose against his neck and inhale the smell of man and spice that
was so perfectly Chris. Instead he stepped aside and grinned.
Chris walked past, a medium-size overnight bag slung over his shoulder. “This is
nice.”
“It’s my preferred suite when I’m in Houston.” Max shut the door and turned the
lock. Chris dropped his bag near a couch and crossed to the panoramic window
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overlooking Houston. He gazed out over the skyline for a few moments before turning
toward Max with a broad grin on his face. Max’s heart swelled at the sight.
“This is an amazing view.” Chris drew closer until he stood only a few inches from
Max. He reached out and grazed his fingernails over Max’s cheek. “So is this.”
The breath rushed from Max’s lungs as Chris cupped his cheek and kissed him, his
lips moving slowly, searching. Max wound his arms around Chris’ shoulders and
brushed his fingers over the man’s nape. His other hand drifted lower until it cupped
Chris’ ass through the denim. Chris made a hungry noise and pressed closer. Their stiff
cocks rubbed together through denim and the cotton of Max’s chinos.
Wanting to draw out the anticipation of their eventual lovemaking, Max broke their
kiss and rested his forehead against his lover’s. He held tight to Chris’ waist and
swallowed hard. “Are you hungry?”
Chris chuckled. “Always.”
Max took his hand and led him into the dining room. He poured glasses of wine
and described the various tasty delights on the platter. They sat down and noshed
while discussing their work weeks. Max found Chris’ rundown of his week infinitely
more interesting than his own. There wasn’t much difference from one business
meeting to another. Chris, on the other hand, attended a series of car accidents, a house
fire and even helped deliver a premature baby. Max’s tales of swooping in and buying
out a failing company didn’t really compare.
When Max moved into the kitchen to cook, Chris followed close behind. He didn’t
wait to be asked for help but pitched in immediately. Max found the experience of
cooking with his lover oddly domestic. Max watched Chris masterfully wield a chef’s
knife. “You know your way around the
was suddenly faced with the reality of such a career. In an instant, Chris went from
flirtatious to serious. Somewhere in Houston, someone waited desperately for Chris’
arrival, for his lifesaving skills. Max couldn’t fathom how Chris managed to deal with
30
Swap Meet
that level of responsibility. And the danger of such a position! Fighting fires was extremely dangerous.
Max found it all slightly unsettling. But it wasn’t as if there was anything serious
between them. This was simply a fling, wasn’t it?
* * * * *
Max cast a nervous glance around the dining room. He ran his finger over the
gleaming walnut table and adjusted a taper, the flame flickering a bit. He moved the
platter of cheeses, toasted bread, fresh fruit and crudités to the opposite end of the table.
Meandering back into the kitchen with its stainless appliances and fully stocked
shelves, Max peeked into the refrigerator and tasted the zesty bean salad. He checked
the ingredients he’d prepped for their main course and hoped Chris would enjoy the
cognac shrimp.
A loud knock drew his attention. Apprehension rippled through him. Max self-
consciously touched his hair and smoothed his shirt. As he made his way through the
suite to answer the door, he surveyed the rooms. The suite was magnificently
appointed with sleek yet welcoming furniture and every amenity a guest could possibly
request. Max wanted everything to be perfect for Chris’ arrival.
Hand trembling slightly, Max unlocked and opened the door. Chris loomed in the
doorway looking ever so sexy in his jeans and dove-gray polo. The impact of his
delicious scent sent Max’s pulse racing. Max wrestled down the urge to throw himself
at Chris, to bury his nose against his neck and inhale the smell of man and spice that
was so perfectly Chris. Instead he stepped aside and grinned.
Chris walked past, a medium-size overnight bag slung over his shoulder. “This is
nice.”
“It’s my preferred suite when I’m in Houston.” Max shut the door and turned the
lock. Chris dropped his bag near a couch and crossed to the panoramic window
31
Lolita Lopez
overlooking Houston. He gazed out over the skyline for a few moments before turning
toward Max with a broad grin on his face. Max’s heart swelled at the sight.
“This is an amazing view.” Chris drew closer until he stood only a few inches from
Max. He reached out and grazed his fingernails over Max’s cheek. “So is this.”
The breath rushed from Max’s lungs as Chris cupped his cheek and kissed him, his
lips moving slowly, searching. Max wound his arms around Chris’ shoulders and
brushed his fingers over the man’s nape. His other hand drifted lower until it cupped
Chris’ ass through the denim. Chris made a hungry noise and pressed closer. Their stiff
cocks rubbed together through denim and the cotton of Max’s chinos.
Wanting to draw out the anticipation of their eventual lovemaking, Max broke their
kiss and rested his forehead against his lover’s. He held tight to Chris’ waist and
swallowed hard. “Are you hungry?”
Chris chuckled. “Always.”
Max took his hand and led him into the dining room. He poured glasses of wine
and described the various tasty delights on the platter. They sat down and noshed
while discussing their work weeks. Max found Chris’ rundown of his week infinitely
more interesting than his own. There wasn’t much difference from one business
meeting to another. Chris, on the other hand, attended a series of car accidents, a house
fire and even helped deliver a premature baby. Max’s tales of swooping in and buying
out a failing company didn’t really compare.
When Max moved into the kitchen to cook, Chris followed close behind. He didn’t
wait to be asked for help but pitched in immediately. Max found the experience of
cooking with his lover oddly domestic. Max watched Chris masterfully wield a chef’s
knife. “You know your way around the
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