Jake was seriously fucked, and Michael hadn’t even touched his dick. He lay back on the million-thread-count duvet after sucking the man dry and tired, hoping he hadn’t fucked himself out of getting fucked in the literal sense.

One look at Michael’s filthy gaze told him that something delicious was in store. His hands went to his belt and he had his pants off in a flash. His boxer briefs were damp with precum, and the cool air caressed him there. Michael looked down and grinned. Jake tingled with a flush that spread over his exposed skin. He’d never been shy once he was already naked with someone—had already had sex with them. Everything about being with Michael was brand new and refreshing. And, suddenly, their agreement that this was a one-time thing, completely under wraps, wasn’t quite as agreeable to him. He wanted to go out to dinner with Michael and fight with him over his dumb fucking political moves.

Instead of saying all this and ruining a perfectly good one-night stand, he kissed Micheal again and drew his body over his. He let his hands roam up and down his back, luxuriating in his soft skin and the way he moaned into his mouth when he got a dose of his own taste.

By the time they came up for air, they were both panting, and Michael was clearly ready for round two. If Jake hadn’t been able to tell from his pike-hard cock, he would have known it from the way he was scrounging in Jake’s boxer briefs for his erection. He took a detour to caress his balls, and Jake threw his head back.

He was going to come all over these damn fine sheets, making a mess of this ungodly expensive duvet, and it was going to be the singularly best sexual experience of his life.

Never in a million years, when he was fetching coffee and writing first drafts of policy speeches, hoping the cute barista would notice him, had he thought he would be getting his balls squeezed by a billionaire that he’d seduced by telling him that he was an idiot.

“I knew you had a lot of balls to call me out in front of a million people like you did.”

“Is that why you can’t stop touching them?”

Michael pulled his fingers out of his briefs and rolled over, revealing his toned back. Jake could stare at his skin and the way his muscles flexed and moved for hours and days. But they didn’t have that long.

He was relieved when Michael rolled back towards him with lube and condoms. As though the practicalities made it clear what this was. It was one time. All about fucking. None of the emotions he was experiencing rated in the scheme of things. He wouldn’t even remember this in a month—yeah, right.

None of his doubts stopped him from shimmying out of his boxer briefs, which elicited a laugh from his temporary bed partner. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m not that old.” At Michael’s pointed look toward the graying hair at his temples, he added, “Yet.”

Instead of laughing, Michael swooped in for another searing kiss, and Jake had no words when Michael’s slick fingers found his rear entrance, just a long moan as he pressed in one and then two until Jake was mindlessly chasing an orgasm from the brush of his lover’s touch over his prostate.

His dick ached, but Michael playfully slapped his hand away when he reached to take himself in hand. “Not yet. I want to be inside you when you make a mess all over yourself.”

How did this man know that he liked a lover who took full control in bed? How did he know that being told not to touch himself would make trying to do so all the more enticing? And how did this man, who he shouldn’t want, get to the core of what he craved in bed without even asking?

A perfect fit—until Jake left this room and they went back to being adversaries.

Not wanting to meet Michael’s eyes for fear that the other man would see how affected he was, he pushed him away enough to turn over and press his ass in his lap. “I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”

He heard the snap of latex over Michael’s cock and waited for him to smooth over the condom with lube. He squeezed his cock, hoping that this would last longer because Michael was coming the second time.

Once he felt him at his entrance, Jake knew that his lover wouldn’t have to last that long. Just the anticipation of being filled up made him groan with pleasure.

Michael did not disappoint. He sheathed himself fully inside and rode Jake hard, until he was backing up for more even though there was none. He’d both bottomed and topped, and he was glad that Michael was topping him. He didn’t have to think about giving or whether he was being too rough. Michael Garcia was giving him everything he had, and it was still not enough. This man made him hungry and needy for release. He had him wanting to beg for one more night, a year, a lifetime of fucking that made him feel more viscerally alive than he had since changing history almost a decade ago.

But this wasn’t like selling out. Having sex with Michael Garcia felt like coming home.