Chapter 30

Edwin yanked Carson out of the chair, pulling him close to his body. Their chests touched, and the heat from Carson’s body went straight to his cock. “I think I’m going to start now.” Edwin hooked his finger under Carson’s chin, holding his face gently as he lowered his head. “Thank you for the lovely dinner,” he murmured, just before their mouths came together.8

The previous seventy-two hours turned to dust and blew away as soon as they kissed. Edwin focused everything on Carson, on the contact between their bodies, on the moments they were sharing. His tongue and teeth tingled. His scalp tingled. He tingled everywhere—except where Carson actually touched him. There, he burned.