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

He took Jordan in hand first, stroking Jordan slowly. And he kept doing it, nudging his cock in line with hole until his palming made Jordan groan. Eyelashes fluttered against cheeks, Jordan opened his mouth wider, and pleased sighs and soft pants matched the sound of Ian’s palm, increasing in time with one another, while Ian slowly found depth in Jordan’s body.


Ian couldn’t decipher between pain and pleasure as Jordan whined, “Fuck, yes.”


His answer was nothing more than a grunt, no matter how hard he’d hoped for verbiage.


Ian moved cautiously, but took Jordan’s body completely. He paused to listen, enraptured as Jordan hissed an, “Oh, God, yes,” when he was fully sheathed, before rocking his hips in a slow, deep grind.


Chapter 22