Chapter 23

Carlos kissed Steven’s neck, just below his ear. “We can take care of that right here,” he murmured, his breath hot against Steven’s cool skin.

Steven laughed but didn’t pull away. “We’re in the middle of nowhere…”

“My thoughts exactly,” Carlos purred. “We can screw out here and no one will know. Doesn’t that turn you on? The thought of us doing it here—in this booth, for instance? When would we ever get another chance like that?”

The offer was tempting. With Carlos cuddling up against him, Steven felt his anger dissipate and the evening swung back on course. The image of the two of them in bed, nude in each other’s arms, satiated after making sweet love, did terrible things to his stomach. It made his heart flutter nervously, his blood soar in his ears.

Before he could reply, though, Carlos pulled away, turning toward the phone. “Hello? Yes, I need a tow truck or something. My car ran off the road.”