For more than a decade, renowned chef Alain Tiessart has been married to his restaurant, driven to make it one of the finest in Paris. But time is slipping away. Lonely and ready for a change, he packs up his bags on one of the busiest holiday weekends of the year and drives into the French countryside.<br><br>Retired Brit Simon Hastings is prepared to spend Bastille Day as he always does -- quietly and alone. When his oldest friend arrives on his doorstep prepared to spend the next few days together, Simon is surprised but welcomes him in. He’s even more surprised when Alain suggests they move their relationship to a deeper one.<br><br>Unwilling to jeopardize their friendship, Simon turns him down, a decision Alain accepts gracefully. Until a friendly bet and an eager young man cast Alain in a new light. Now, Simon doesn’t know what he wants. Or who ...

Vintage

“Do you do this often?” Marc asked.


Simon wasn’t sure who he directed the question to, but his gaze was transfixed by the sight of Alain’s exposed chest as he stripped away his shirt. Simon couldn’t blame him. A light dusting of dark hair highlighted the flat nipples, the occasional silver strand only making it more delicious. Alain might work around food all day, but he hadn’t let his indulgences wage its war with his body. He was as firm and toned as a man fifteen years younger.


“Boss people around?” Alain said with a gleam in his eye. “Always.”


Simon flexed his fingers, squeezing Marc’s shaft until Marc squirmed against him. His own cock throbbed in response, and he wished Alain would take the initiative about that and free him from the constraints of his pants.


“But never like this.” Simon nipped at the skin beneath Marc’s ear. “You’re our first.”


Chapter 15