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 ...

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His eyes fell on the bottle of lube next to the condoms, and he almost smiled. Of course, Alain had been fully prepared. He poured a healthy amount into his palm and coated the condom, then used what remained on his fingers to slick Marc’s waiting hole.


“Are you ready?” Simon asked thickly.


Simon aligned his cock with Marc’s ass, then pushed the head past the resistant muscle. There was a moment when he thought Marc might push him away, but then he wrapped his legs around Simon’s hips and silently encouraged him to continue sliding forward.


Alain’s eyes glittered. He licked his lips, his gaze locked on the junction of their bodies. The farther Simon sank into the tight, trembling channel, the more Alain straightened, forced to stand in order to keep on watching. His rapid breathing matched theirs. Dropping his hand to his cock, he fisted his length, squeezing it just as hard as he’d squeezed Marc’s.


Chapter 17