Chapter 12

At least, he thought so. Some of their middle of the night conversation was a blur to him.

As exciting a thought as it was, they didn’t spend the entire day fucking. A morning nap was followed by a long discussion about living in the nation’s capital, and an hour later, Michael realized Tre was almost as intelligent as he was good-looking. He had strong opinions about politics and world events, but even when they didn’t agree, he was willing to concede on arguments he couldn’t refute. Of course, their discussion ended when Michael deliberately made a caustic remark about Tre’s favorite senator. Within moments, he was bent over the side of the bed, an unyielding hand between his shoulder blades, and a thick cock shoving into his unstretched ass.

He made a mental note to argue with Tre more often if this was the result he got.

It was over dinner—room service again—that the thought came to him.