Chapter 49

Ben pulled him to his feet and kissed him. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.” Jason tucked Ben’s dick into his shorts and zipped him up. His turn would come later, and it would be worth the wait. “Now let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”

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Dr. Hewitt’s stone-faced, gabled home was lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree. Wreaths were on the door and in every window, except the bay window that looked in on the living room with its fifteen-foot balsam fir.

“Jason,” Ben hissed. “I didn’t expect this.”

He could hear the panic in Ben’s voice, and he reached across the console to twine his fingers with Ben’s. “You know Dr. Hewitt.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know he was a millionaire. How could a professor…?”

“He comes from old money, but that never mattered. You like him, don’t you?”

Ben nodded.

“He’s good people. And you know almost everyone who’s going to be here. It’ll be okay.”