Chapter 13

Pallas’s private scent, a mix of soap and clean sweat, made his head swim with lust and Harris lowered Pallas’s underwear to free his now fully erect cock. He gently kissed its head, flicking his tongue across the rim of Pallas’s foreskin and Pallas twitched a little. Dying for more, Harris went down on him.

Pallas suddenly pulled away. “Oh, shit. Wait. Sorry. Wait.” Before Harris could say anything, he’d gathered his jeans and was hurrying to the bathroom.

Senses still on overload, Harris looked around his living room, reconnecting with reality. Had he been too eager?

Moments later, Pallas came out of the washroom. “I’m so sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me and—”

“Are you all right?” Harris immediately stood, noticing the troubled expression on Pallas’s face.

“I’m sorry. Really. Wow.” Pallas couldn’t look him in the eye. “That was very unprofessional of me. I felt dizzy. Maybe I didn’t eat enough today or—”

“Do you want something to eat?”