...“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Barnaby said, taking a step forward until they were an inch or two apart.

He could feel warmth radiating from the other man.

“Am not.”

Barnaby’s lips moved even closer, his breath caressing Nathan’s mouth. Nathan’s cock filled and rose to press against his briefs. He puckered to touch Barnaby’s pouty lips with his when Barnaby moved away with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and dashed out of the kitchen.

Nathan shook his head and followed. Barnaby was already slipping through the door of his bedroom. He hoped to God he had condoms and lube. If he didn’t…well, they’d be taking a brief break to go to the all-night drug store down the street.

Even as he approached his room, doubts crept in. He wanted to fuck Barnaby like crazy, but he wasn’t really a one-night stand kind of guy and he knew any kind of relationship with Barnaby would go exactly nowhere. The younger man was too young, too impetuous, too damn gorgeous, and just…too much.

“I’m going to start without you,” Barnaby called.

Swallowing a moan, he entered his room. True to his word, Barnaby had already pulled the bedspread off Nathan’s bed to reveal the pristine white sheets, and taken off his pullover sweater. His jaw dropped, his gaze fixated on Barnaby’s sculpted, perfect abs.

“You work out?”

Barnaby smiled. “Sure. Dude, with a brother for a doctor? His gift for my birthday last year was a gym membership.”

Nathan just nodded. He watched as Barnaby’s fingers worked the button fly of his jeans. He thought maybe Barnaby should have been a stripper because those long fingers slipping across those buttons was sexy as fucking hell.

The jeans inched down Barnaby’s hips in such slow motion he began to wonder if he had started drooling yet. Nathan blindly unfastened his own pants. In the back of his brain he still tried to tell his cock this was a bad idea. Barnaby was an employee of the firm and totally wrong for him and—

Barnaby’s jeans shimmied down to his knees. He’d gone commando.

“Fuck,” Nathan whispered as the other man’s cock pointed up.

The younger man winked and then turned his back on Nathan as he removed his shoes and the last of his clothing, giving him a great view of Barnaby’s tight, round ass.

Nathan tripped trying to toe off his own shoes.

Barnaby turned his head to look. “You okay?”

“Um, yeah.” He felt his face burn. He got his shoes off and then his pants. He now stood in his underwear and shirt feeling shy and embarrassed. He wasn’t hot like Barnaby.

Barnaby faced him again. “Should I help?”

Nathan watched as Barnaby stepped up to him. Those delectable fingers stroked his throat as they curved around the collar of his shirt and undid the first button. A simple brush of fingertips on his neck had never felt so erotic. He shivered.

“Are you cold?” Barnaby whispered against his lips, pressing them lightly across his mouth.

“No, I want you.”

He felt Barnaby’s full, plump lips curve just before his tongue entered Nathan’s mouth, searching and finding his. He groaned and lifted his hand to grasp the back of Barnaby’s head, crushing their mouths together hard.