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the king-size bed. A strip of condoms and a small bottle of lubricant rested on a hand

towel atop the fluffy comforter. Nervousness gripped him.

Never one to shy away from the new and uncertain, Max turned slowly. Chris

stood a few feet away, amusement glinting in his eyes. He quirked a smile. “I’m Chris.”

“Max.”

“Nice to meet you, Max.” Chris took a tentative step forward. “I’ve never seen you

here.”

“I came with a friend. She needed an escort to get in,” he explained, his eyes trained

on Chris as he moved closer. Max sized him up, a cautious voice reminding him one

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could never be too sure of strangers. Slightly stocky in build, Chris stood just a little

taller than Max. He moved with an almost predatory grace. “I don’t spend much time in

Houston. My primary residence is Paris.”

A smile curved Chris’ mouth as Max babbled. He gulped as Chris grasped the

lapels of his jacket and slowly shoved the garment off his shoulders and down his arms.

He draped it over a nearby chair. Max’s breath caught in his throat as Chris’ hand

cupped his face, the man’s thumb along his jaw, his fingers just behind Max’s earlobe.

“Relax,” Chris urged.

“I’ve never…” Max’s voice trailed off as embarrassment burned his face. Admitting

his inexperience grated on his nerves. Max’s legendary confidence permeated all arenas

of his life, from the boardroom to the bedroom. Or, at least, it had until tonight.

Chris studied him carefully. Realization dawned in his icy blue eyes. “It’s all right.

We’ll go just as far as you want and not a step further.”

The tension eased from Max’s shoulders at the man’s gentle promise. His eyelids

lowered as Chris moved closer. He stiffened at the shock of Chris’ lips against his own.

Chris remained perfectly still, his warm, soft mouth radiating heat through Max’s lips.

He relaxed into the chaste kiss. Chris seemed to sense he was ready for more and

slowly moved his lips. When the man’s teeth sensually grazed his lower lip, Max

groaned. He suddenly wanted it all. Max clasped Chris’ face, his fingers drifting over

the smooth-shaven cheeks. He parted his lips, allowing his tongue to dart out and

swipe Chris’ full lower lip. A low moan emanated from Chris’ throat just before he

stabbed his tongue between Max’s lips. The taste of whiskey exploded on Max’s taste

buds.

Chris took charge of the mating of their mouths. His calloused hands gripped Max’s

face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Max noted the roughness of the man’s palms

and fingers, realizing they didn’t jibe with the white-collar look Chris projected. Not

that he cared. At the moment, Max was more interested in the toe-curling sensations

caused by Chris’ talented tongue sliding and rolling over his own. Never had Max been

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kissed like this, so completely and passionately. Max doubted there was any return

from such an experience. With one magnificent kiss, Chris owned him.

Max moaned as Chris abandoned his mouth for the curve of his throat. As Chris

licked and sucked a rather tender spot, his fingers flicked through the buttons of Max’s

shirt. He grabbed a fistful of fabric and tugged it free from the waist of Max’s pants.

Soon the shirt was hastily discarded. Max sucked in a sharp breath as Chris’ big, hot

hands moved over his chest and along his abdomen. His mouth soon followed as Chris

alternated butterfly-soft kisses with the teasing graze of his teeth against Max’s pecs.

Overwhelmed by the need to explore his lover, Max grasped at Chris’ shoulders,

straightening him enough to reach the buttons lining his shirt. Chris captured his

mouth in another devouring kiss. Max’s fingers fumbled a bit with the buttons but

eventually he freed Chris from the garment. His delighted gaze raked over the man’s

tan chest, his fingers twitching for a chance to drift over the crisp brown hair there. He

spotted a splash of color on Chris’ upper left arm. Max traced his finger over the tattoo,

outlining the brilliant red and orange phoenix gripping a Maltese cross.

Gently, Chris took Max’s hand and placed it against his chest. Max could feel Chris’

heartbeat pounding through his breastbone. He bent and licked a dark nipple. Chris

made a low growling noise. A second later, Max was pulled into an amorous embrace,

their chests pressed tightly together, cocks jutting through their trousers.

When Chris tugged at the belt buckle at his waist, Max thought he would pass out

right then and there. A thrill rippled through him as Chris lowered the zipper on his

pants and pushed them down around his hips. Max toed off his shoes and stepped out

of the trousers pooled around his ankles. Chris whirled Max around and gave him a

slightly rough shove toward the bed.

Exhilarated by the forcefulness of his lover’s action, Max fell back on the king-size

mattress, the silver comforter cool against his burning skin. He propped himself up on

his elbows and watched Chris shuck his pants. Max’s hungry gaze roamed the utterly

masculine form, noting the rippled abs and strong legs. A pair of gray boxer briefs

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hugged Chris’ taut ass. A wet spot on the tented fabric displayed just how badly Chris

wanted him.

Max swallowed with the realization of what was to come. He relaxed his elbows

and rested on the comforter. His own cock pulsed painfully. He too leaked pre-cum, the

fluid soaking through the cotton. Max marveled at Chris’ gentility as he knelt down and

removed his socks. Chris pressed playful kisses to his knees before rising.

His eyes widened as Chris straddled his hips, pinning him to the mattress. The

weight of a man pressing him down felt so different and new from the usual sensation

of a woman atop him. Chris interlaced their fingers and held Max’s hands high above

his hands before dipping down and claiming his mouth. A zing of pleasure shot

straight through Max, rushing through his cock. His hormones raged with the

excitement of being dominated by this perfect specimen of raw masculinity.

Chris nuzzled Max’s neck, sucking and licking and nibbling until Max keened and

rocked. His hips bucked, their stiff dicks rubbing and bumping. Each contact brought

Max to the brink of coming. It was so forbidden and taboo—and apparently everything

he’d always wanted, needed.

Max’s head spun as Chris kissed down his chest, pausing to lave his nipples and

dip his tongue into Max’s navel. He brushed the tip of his nose across Max’s lower

belly, just above the waistband of his boxers. When Chris’ teeth bit the elastic and

tugged south, Max nearly stopped breathing. His heart stuttered frantically as Chris

coaxed his hips off the bed and divested him of the last scrap of clothing on his body.

At the first whisper-soft stroke of Chris’ rough fingers over the sensitive skin of his

cock, Max jumped and whimpered. He silently cursed the puppy-like yelp, his cheeks

burning with embarrassment. He felt so incredibly juvenile. He’d had sex more times

than he could even remember but tonight, for all intents and purposes, he was a virgin.

And yet he trusted Chris implicitly with this first experience. The man was a

stranger, yes, but he radiated the warmth and patience of an incredibly kind and

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generous person. As ludicrous as it sounded, Max felt as if he’d known Chris a lifetime

or more.

“Unhhh!” Max groaned loudly. Chris had cupped his balls, massaging them in his

meaty hand. Max cried out at the first wet flick of Chris’ tongue against his cock. He

fisted the comforter and fought to breathe. Chris stroked the broad width of his slick

tongue along the length of Max’s cock and swirled his lips over the head. He moved

lower and sucked Max’s taut sac into his mouth.

Max thrashed side to side at the unbelievable sensation of this man’s tongue and

lips on his most private area. He yielded to Chris’ silent urging to place his feet on the

mattress. Soles planted on the comforter, Max felt incredibly open and vulnerable.

Chris’ tongue flicked even lower, sliding over the hidden patch of skin there. Spreading

Max’s thighs, Chris dared to lick even farther south. Max tensed, his belly vibrating

wildly as Chris rimmed his puckered hole. Chris’ pointed tongue teased mercilessly.

His nose pressed into Max’s balls. He prodded and sucked until Max hovered on the

verge of exploding.

As if sensing Max’s near orgasm, Chris backed off and returned his attention to

Max’s balls and cock. Max panted and shook as Chris brought him to dizzying heights

with the red-hot suction of his mouth coupled with his stroking fingers. Lost in ecstasy,

Max barely heard the snap of the lubricant bottle’s lid. A moment later, a slippery finger

traced circles around his asshole. Panic seized Max’s chest. Was he ready for this step?

“It’s all right,” Chris said reassuringly. “You’re in control.”

Max nodded stiffly and stared at the ceiling, willing his muscles to relax. Chris

wrapped his lips around the pulsing head of Max’s cock and sucked expertly. His slick

finger pressed against the tight entrance. Max exhaled noisily at the shock of intrusion,

wincing at the strange sensation of a finger sliding in and out of ass. Slowly he grew

accustomed to the new feeling.

In tandem with the ball-draining suction of Chris’ mouth, Max found the

penetration wildly arousing. His hips pumped subtly, silently urging Chris to plunge

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his finger deeper and faster into his hole. Chris happily obliged. When Chris’ finger

bumped against his prostate, Max’s hips rocked off the bed. Chris chuckled around his

cock, the humming vibrations settling in Max’s drawn-up sac.

Max threw his head back and reveled in the debauchery of the moment. Chris’

tongue flicked along the weeping slit of his cock, gathering the creamy juice oozing

from his overly excited member. Max trembled, a mind-blowing orgasm building low

in his heated belly. Every pump of Chris’ finger against his sweet spot sent shockwaves

rocketing through Max’s body.

His hand drifted down, his fingers sifting through Chris’ surprisingly silky brown

hair. Max craved this intimacy, needed to touch his lover to make it not quite so sordid.

He lifted his head and watched Chris bob on his cock. Chris’ biceps rippled with every

thrust of his finger buried in Max’s ass.

“Look at me,” Max pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. Chris glanced up, his

gaze smoky with desire. A hint of wickedness flashed across his beautiful blue irises.

Their eyes locked, Chris deep throated Max’s cock. Nestled in the hot cavern of Chris’

throat, Max erupted in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Unable to break the powerful gaze, Max came so hard he saw spots. His cum

rocketed through the length of his stiff cock and shot against the back of Chris’ throat.

His hips snapped almost painfully. Finger prodding Max’s prostate, Chris hummed

encouragingly, his lips and throat tightening as he sucked down every last drop.

Gasping for air, Max collapsed back against the comforter. His cock twitched inside

the warm alcove of Chris’ mouth, deflating with every passing second. A soothing

palm, the skin rough and hot, caressed his lower belly. Ever so slowly, Chris removed

his finger from Max’s passage and allowed Max’s cock to slip from his lips. He

peppered Max’s thighs and torso with kisses.

Max wanted to feel Chris’ weight pressing him down again. He needed Chris’

knowledgeable hands on him. He reached down for Chris, grasping his upper arms and

hauling him closer. Chris crawled over him, knees on either side of Max’s waist. He

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threaded his fingers through Max’s hair and kissed him tenderly. Max licked at Chris’

lips, thrust his tongue inside the other man’s mouth and tasted his own salty essence. It

was a heady experience.

The urge to discover Chris’ body gripped Max. He shoved on Chris’ broad

shoulders and rolled him onto his back. Straddling Chris’ hips, Max stared down at his

impromptu lover. Nameless female faces raced through his mind. Had he ever felt like

this with one of them? How many women had he loomed over like this, their breathless

voices begging him to shove his cock into their pussies? He’d found release with all of

them, yes, but there had been no sensation of rightness. And not a one of them had ever

touched him as deeply as this man, as Chris.

Desperate to find out just how wildly amazing Chris could make him feel tonight,

Max captured Chris’ mouth with a searing kiss. He pressed all of his need and lust into

the fiery union of their lips and tongues. Cupping Chris’ face, Max sucked on his plump

lower lip and nuzzled their noses together. The cotton covering Chris’ dick frustrated

Max. He wanted to feel the man’s naked cock pressed against his own.

Max wasted no time ridding Chris of his boxer briefs. Consumed with desire, Max

knelt on the floor and buried his face against Chris’ crotch. Springy brown hairs rasped