Chapter 7

As if Bryce ever would.

Bryce runs his hands up Tim’s arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath the soft silk suit, then crosses his wrists behind Tim’s neck to keep them together. They can spare a few minutes, at least. His lips part and Tim’s tongue licks inside him, claiming him, demanding and eager. Is it eleven o’clock yet? Do they have to wait so long?

A faint knock on the door interrupts them. As they part, Tim stares down at Bryce, his hunger raw in his eyes. “Come in,” he calls out.

Bryce looks past Tim as the door opens and Alecia peeks inside. “Hey,” she says, apologetic, “your next interview is here. Should I tell him you’re busy, or…?”

“I’ll be right there.” Bryce smooths down his jacket and gives Tim a quick grin. “You I’ll see at eleven.”

Tim lets out a low, sexy growl. “Do you seriously expect me to wait that long?”

Reaching out to straighten his lover’s tie, Bryce laughs. “Yes, sir, I do.”

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