15 |Hot, intense and furious

"Even orgasm can't complete the paradise of good sleep," he mumbled.

Ryan yawned out loud, languidly kindling in his slumber when he got wind of annoying daylight trespassing through the flimsy curtains. With a groan, he tried to conceal his poor face, but the sun was stubborn to wake him up. Abruptly, his eyes fluttered open, and he snagged his phone to check the time.

"Holy crap!" he hollered, teetering out of the mattress. "Leona will kill me!"

He scooted to the living room and stalled stupefied when the handsome man attired in a crisp tailored florid suit established on the couch, wholly seduced by the floor. He was staring at the ornate marble as if he wanted to make passionate love with it.

"Hey, buttercup," Ryan said with diligence, tapping Wes's shoulder twice.

Wes jolted up as if someone slapped him and looked up at Ryan. He blinked twice before rumpling his face and whacking it in his hands.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Ryan sought, studying at his tomfoolery.