kitchen.”
“We cook three times a day at the station.” He turned that dazzling, heart-stopping
smile on Max. “It’s something of a novelty only cooking for two.”
“I’m sure.” Max shut off the flame beneath the bubbling pan of shrimp. Plates
balancing on his palms, Chris stepped close so Max could dish out portions of the
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delectable seafood. They returned to the dining room and took their seats. Conversation
flowed naturally as they ate and drank. By the time they started dessert, they’d
gravitated closer to one another. Max touched Chris’ strong forearm and hand. Chris
fed him a small bite of the creamy lemon and raspberry flan. Sexual tension sizzled
between them.
“Would you like to join me for a bath?” Max stroked Chris’ cheek. “The Whirlpool
tub is amazing.”
Interest flashed in Chris’ blue eyes. “Sounds great.”
When Chris started to gather up their dishes, Max placed a hand on his wrist.
“Leave it.”
Standing, Max switched his grip on Chris’ hand and led him through the master
suite to the sumptuous bathroom. It was all gleaming silver and marble and granite. He
dropped Chris’ hand and made his way to the tub. He fiddled with the water
temperature and hot tub settings until they were just right. When he turned around,
Chris reached for him and began undressing him. Max enjoyed the feeling of Chris’
hands moving over his body, tugging on buttons and zippers until he stood completely
nude. He returned the favor, taking his time to uncover every delicious inch of Chris’
muscular form.
They slid into the tub, Chris in front of Max, and relaxed. Max spilled a little
aromatherapy oil into the water. The invigorating scent of eucalyptus blossomed in the
hot water. The steam filled their noses. Max kneaded Chris’ broad shoulders,
concentrating on the knots of tension. Appreciative moans escaped Chris’ lips and the
sounds went straight to Max’s cock. It pulsed and hardened and pressed against Chris’
ass.
Chris reached back and slid his fingers into Max’s hair. Max peppered teasing
kisses along the curve of Chris’ shoulder and neck before placing their cheeks together.
They sat silently for a while, simply enjoying the soothing heat and bubbles. Chris
moved first, swiftly turning over and straddling Max’s lap. Water sloshed over the edge
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of the tub and saturated the thick bath rug. Max wound his arms around Chris and ran
his hands along the wide expanse of the man’s back, Chris’ sensual, slow kisses driving
Max to dizziness. He’d never been so consumed by another person’s tongue and mouth.
Chris tasted of lemon and cognac, a potent combination if there ever was one.
Chris gazed down at him. He caressed Max’s face. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
Max suppressed a groan at the sight of Chris’ wet, glistening body emerging from
the bathtub. He stood still a moment and let water stream along his tanned skin before
stepping out on the rug. Max accepted his hand and allowed Chris to practically haul
him from the tub. They met in a rush of frantic kisses and groping hands. Their overwhelming need rendered reaching the bedroom impossible. They tumbled onto the
cold tile and attacked one another.
With stabbing tongues and grasping hands, they fought for domination. Eventually,
Max won and shoved Chris onto his belly. He clasped the fronts of Chris’ thighs and
lifted him onto all fours. Chris gasped sharply when Max probed between his ass
cheeks with the pointed tip of his tongue. Max had dreamed of eating his lover this way
for weeks. He nearly passed out from the excitement as he made those dreams a reality.
He palmed the globes of Chris’ bottom and held them wide, granting him better access.
His tongue traced and lapped at the hidden rosebud. Chris moaned and pressed back
against his mouth. Max delved even deeper into the crevice, working his tongue right
into Chris and fucking
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