Chapter 7

A little voice inside him told him to end the absurdity as soon as possible, but Elias’s tongue continued to move hypnotically, slow and languid, making Thomas’s knees go weak. At thirty-eight years of age, he shouldn’t be going weak at the knees.

He put a hand on Elias’s chest and forced himself to push him away gently.

Elias moved his mouth away, but he grabbed Thomas’s hips and pulled their bodies together, moaning when he felt his erection—hidden under his jeans—pressed against Thomas.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You want to push me away?”

“Elias, you…Okay, you’re good-looking, and okay, I also feel tempted and you have an effect on me. But I can’t understand why you are so obsessed with me, and you’re…”

“If you say I’m too young one more time, I’ll kneel down right here and give you a blow job. It’s up to you.”

Thomas suddenly closed his mouth and shook his head. After a moment, he asked, “Why me?”