At thirty-six, Ian feels done with the world. When a night at a bar goes as poorly as expected, he wants only to return home to be miserable in peace. Instead, he encounters Jordan. Hot, young, and interested, Jordan is everything Ian's ever wanted and nothing he believes himself capable of actually obtaining.<br><br>Jordan has enough going on in his life trying to scrape together a living for himself and his autistic son. When he meets Ian, all he wants is a brief, erotic moment and nothing else.<br><br>But fate throws them together again and again, and Ian finds himself determined to do whatever it takes to give their story a happy ending -- no matter what secrets Jordan's past has waiting for him.

Sonata

Ian’s heart tripped far more than it should have when the man looked up, held his gaze, and whispered, “Jordan.”


“Hi, Ian,” Jordan mumbled back, a nervous frown darkening the gold out of his brown eyes. “Are we done bonding now?”


He didn’t wait for Ian’s reply. He reached for the jacket, dragged it off the hook, and handed it to Ian. “Let’s fuck.”


Ian’s hands were shaking as he fumbled the key into his ignition. “Can I buy you a drink?” he’d asked, still panting from release, still trying to convince his legs that he could, in fact, remain standing.


“Nope,” Jordan had said, tucking away body parts and straightening his clothes. “Now you can piss off.”


It had caught Ian off guard. It shouldn’t have; Jordan had made it more than clear what the game was. But his tongue hadn’t stopped even though his brain had begged it to. “Maybe your number? I could call you sometime?”


Chapter 3