...The first time Chad and Reese met was at a hospital fundraiser. Chad was there because his mom was one of the organizers and she’d bullied him into going, and Reese was representing his boss who’d pleaded a pressing engagement elsewhere.

The charity event had been a formal dinner at one of New York’s famous downtown hotels, and they’d found themselves seated next to one another. The other occupants of the table had been three elderly couples who’d all preferred to concentrate on the food and the speakers rather than socialize, and that had suited Chad and Reese just fine.

Chad was already at the table when Reese arrived. Reese had checked the place card in the empty spot next to Chad, given Chad a dazzling, thousand-watt smile, and said, “Ah, this is me,” and sat down.

As quickly and simply as that, Chad had felt an immediate sexual connection, and he knew with absolute certainty that his life was about to change.

“You’re Art Tollson of Tollson Partners?”

“Hell, no.” Reese’s hoot of soft laughter left Chad feeling weak at the knees. “I’m just one of the overworked, underpaid juniors who gets a free meal whenever the boss buys a ticket for something like this and then decides he’ll have more fun elsewhere.” He stuck out his right hand. “Reese Harmer at your service.”

“Chad Varaday,” Chad replied, positive he’d died and gone to heaven when his hand was enveloped in Reese’s warm, dry grasp, and he found himself staring into a pair of black velvet eyes with the longest, curliest lashes he’d ever seen on a man.

Reese raised his eyebrows. “Varaday Financial?”

“My Dad is CEO. I’m just one of the minions.”

From that moment on, Chad felt as wired as a teenager going to the prom, secure in the knowledge that tonight was finally the night. Under cover of the table, their legs, hips and hands touched, and everything around Chad disappeared except the need to feel, to touch, and to make Reese his in every way possible. And from the look on Reese’s face, he knew Reese’s thoughts mirrored his own. They didn’t need to say a word or spell anything out—they both knew what they wanted, just as they knew nothing on earth would stop it from happening.

As the speeches wound down and the chatter of the guests at the nearby tables increased from a murmur to a roar, Reese smoothed his hand firmly upward from Chad’s knee to his groin. Chad held his breath as Reese’s hand pressed hard against his aching cock, wondering what he had in mind.

But then Reese murmured, “What say we adjourn this meeting to some place more private?”

The nearest place they were able to find was a dark, drab room in another hotel, a cheap, touristy place a few blocks away. But décor was the last thing on their minds. Before Chad had finished locking the door and putting on the safety chain, Reese had shucked his clothes and was on his knees on the bed, breathing hard, and saying, “For God’s sake, man, hurry up. I’m dyin’ here.”

Within seconds, Chad’s tux and underwear were added to Reese’s things on the floor, and he joined Reese on the bed. With both of them on the edge of coming, they didn’t bother with the usual niceties such as foreplay or condoms. Chad lathered Reese’s hole with a handful of spit, refused to think about the dangers of riding bareback, and just grabbed hold of Reese’s penis as he slammed into him like a runaway freight train.

The only memorable thing about their first time was that it was over almost before it began. But once their initial needs were satisfied, Chad had felt quite certain that, at least for him, this was no one-time thing—that he’d probably never get enough of Reese. They cuddled beneath the inadequate bedcovers for a while, just long enough to catch their breath, and then, at Reese’s urging, adjourned to the tiny shower cubicle that was barely big enough for one person, never mind two.

By the time they finished soaping each other’s bodies and rinsing off in the tepid water, they were both fully aroused again.

As Chad stretched out on the bed and pulled Reese down beside him, he said, “Unless you have somewhere you need to be, I’d like to take it slow and easy this time.”

“Sure, why not? Let’s make this a night to remember.”