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

“All right,” Jordan said. “Then you leave.”


Aubrey’s words came back to poke at him. “Enjoy yourself. Be grateful. At least you got some.”


Jordan arched underneath him, panting and squirming into his touch. Ian had started with his hands, laying Jordan out on the bed like he was a canvas and tracing invisible marks on every inch of skin. He took his time. He enjoyed the hard and responsive body like a condemned man enjoys a last meal. When Jordan made to sit up, Ian pressed him back down to the mattress. If Jordan made the attempt to respond in same to the tickles and intense explorations, Ian stilled his hands. Jordan was primed and hard as a rock before Ian ever lowered lips to heated skin.


Collar bones and neck, sternum and nipples, belly button and hipbones; everything was tasted with slow kisses, wet sucks, or long licks. Everything except what Jordan waited for.


Chapter 12