Chapter 11

“Thank you. That was incredible.”

“You’re so very welcome.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all week, but it was better than any fantasy.”

“Flatterer.”

“Come here, please.” He held out a hand to Max.

“You’re so polite.” It was said in a teasing tone, but Max liked it.

A twink like him—and he couldn’t deny he fit the category—tended to get bossed around in bed, especially by older, bigger men. So Owen’s politeness and gentleness were refreshing and a surprising turn-on. He could get used to them. He wanted to get used to them. Which wasn’t to say he wouldn’t also like Owen to pound him into the mattress sometime and leave him walking funny for a few days…

He lay down, across Owen’s broad chest, in his arms. Owen stroked his hair. Not so silky any more, heavy with sweat. After a few minutes, he pulled the duvet over them as the chill of the room penetrated.

“Max,” Owen said after a while, “Did you want to come back to work at the firm again? I could get you your job back.”