Hayden Owens is just a typical graduate student working his way through school as a barista for the Owens Coffee Company -- no relation. But he keeps the "no relation" part to himself when he meets dashing, older Neal Kirchner, a successful architect from an old-money family. Hayden doesn't exactly lie, but he figures it can't hurt for Neal to believe he's a rich kid. After all, Hayden doesn't want Neal thinking he's a gold digger.<br><br>Neal Kirchner is Asian Indian and British decent. His parents became Christians, shoving their heritage to the side. Neal has returned to the customs and religion his grandmother cherished. On top of being a very successful architect he's heir to the Indian Rose Tea Company, a business that's been in his family for generations.<br><br>Neal's passion is high performance cars and he meets Hayden at a fundraiser for the automotive engineering department of Clemson University. They are immediately smitten with each other. The closer they become, the harder it gets for Hayden to come clean. Something always seems to get in the way. When a company bankruptcy and a jilted, vindictive woman threaten to expose his charade, Hayden thinks it's all gone down the drain. Luckily Neal is ready with some innocent trickery of his own, but will their relationship survive?

High Test

“I…gah…ahh…” Hayden had a full-body convulsion, then another, and warm, sticky fluid covered both of their groins.


Neal jerked his hips up, shouting between clenched teeth as Hayden’s ass clenched around him. Hayden wiggled over Neal, delighted with the thumping of Neal’s cock deep within him. He pitched forward and slid his hands off Neal’s shoulders so he could wrap both arms around him.


They rocked together, holding tightly to each other and gradually slowing. Neal’s cock softened and Hayden eased off him, moved around so he could settle between Neal’s legs, and leaned back against his chest. Neal sighed heavily and stroked Hayden’s hair a few times, then kissed his cheek.


Hayden relaxed even more, surrounded by the warmth of Neal’s arms and the heady aroma of their bodies mingled with the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers.8


Chapter 37