Chapter 6

“Thank you for a wonderful lunch,” said Miles.

Before Tony could respond, Miles leaned across and kissed him.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon.”

He wrapped his arms around Tony, pulling him closer. Their chests were pressed together so one could feel the rapid rise and fall of the other’s breathing. Tony wove his arms around Miles until their embrace was mutual; their hands roaming up and down each other’s backs, and their fingers raking through the other’s hair.

Tony had never been kissed with as much passion as Miles was now. They kissed with a desirous hunger; their tongues entwining, their hot breath mingling.

Miles took hold of Tony’s right arm. He pulled it down, finding Tony’s hand and pressing the palm against the large erection straining against the fabric of his pants.

“You did this,” he whispered.