The weekend of the championship game, all football star Tre Griffin wants is to escape Miami and the reminder that he's not playing. When his flight out of town is delayed, he meets Michael Pappas in the hotel bar. Their attraction is immediate, and when he discovers Michael has no idea who he is, Tre decides to act on it.<br><br>One night of no-strings-attached passion stretches into a whole weekend, but with Tre all too visible in the public spotlight, he can't risk hoping for anything more. A single perfect weekend is all they have. Until Michael discovers the truth. And they both begin to think it could be something more.

Miami's Perfect Weekend

The difference was that this time, when Michael sat down next to one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen, that most gorgeous man had noticed. He’d not only noticed, he’d kept on noticing. And in the last place in the world he’d expect to get picked up, Michael Sebastian Pappas found himself pinned to a wall by broad shoulders and chocolate eyes, shooting all over a flat stomach, coming harder than he could ever remember coming before.


Things like this didn’t happen to him. They happened to articulate, sexy men who didn’t get off on dusty old books and dustier theories. Michael attracted the kind of man more interested in discussing Marx in bed than which position would get him deepest in Michael’s ass. Or his mouth. When it came to penetration, Michael was an equal opportunist. He liked his books, and he valued intelligence, but that didn’t mean he forgot everything else that came with living. Sex was a natural urge. Michael, for one, was all for wallowing in nature.


Chapter 6