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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So many of his fantasies had started just this way, but now that Alain was on his knees, Simon’s hot skin pulsing beneath his fingertips, Simon’s hotter hands gripping his head, Alain realized nothing his imagination had conjured had come close to the reality. It had forgotten the small gasps that were really more moans than breaths that Simon made when he slid back up the length. It had left out the weight of the thick shaft against his tongue, how easy it made it for Alain to mold over and around the taut skin in search of the throbbing vein that ran along the underside.


Hell, it had left out that delectable vein altogether.


He sank down the length a second time, just a little bit faster. He pushed against the circle of strong fingers at the base, hungry for every inch, but when Simon didn’t move out of his way, Alain retaliated by letting the edge of his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh as he sucked back to the tip again.


Chapter 24