Jordan estimated he was maybe five minutes behind Eric, but he’d catch up pretty quickly.

If he could just get the traffic lights to cooperate. Like this one. Felt like it had been red for fucking forever. He gripped the wheel harder.

“C’mon,” he muttered.

Finally, red flicked to green and Jordan pushed in the clutch, taking his old 1982 Alfa Romeo Spider from first to fifth in a matter of seconds. From this point forward, red lights were going to be ignored suggestions.

What the fuck had Eric been thinking with that kiss on the balcony at the party? They could have been caught. Could have been seen. Could have been royally fucking screwed.

It was bad enough when Jordan mauled Eric in the elevator at the hotel a few weeks ago. The fear that someone had seen them still lingered in the cobwebs of Jordan’s mind. Elevator camera footage leaked to the wrong “news” program had wreaked havoc on more than one celebrity’s life. When you lived in a glass bubble, you couldn’t be too careful.

But for Eric to kiss him on the balcony at a charity event packed with Miami’s social elite as well as local and national media? That was as risky as going for first down when it was fourth and long. Especially this close to the preseason opening game between their two teams. That cocky bastard was dangerous. He needed to learn which lines couldn’t be crossed.

And Jordan was just the man to teach him.

The thought of what he had planned for Eric made his cock thicken, stretching the crotch of his tailored suit. Just imagining his tongue fucking Eric’s smart mouth sent sparks shooting from his dick to his throat. His longing for the other man was visceral, wild. Top all that off with the searing anger he felt right now, and Jordan was ready to explode. He wasn’t sure which he was more pissed about, the fact that Eric had gotten him worked up and left him hanging again, or the fact that Eric could get him worked up so damned easily.

The tires of his red convertible squealed as he slammed to a stop in front of the guard shack at the gated beachside community. How he was going to convince the guard to let him in, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he would figure it out. He was quick on his feet, in the huddle and in life.

Jordan took a deep, calming breath and rolled down his window. He couldn’t charm his way past the guard if he wore his fury on his face like a dark mask.

He attempted a smile. “Hi, I’m Jordan Barr, I was wondering—”

“Ah yes. Mr. Higgins is expecting you, Mr. Barr. He’s at 3319 Flamingo Circle, straight ahead about five blocks, in the cul-de-sac.”

“Thank you,” Jordan said, trying to conceal his shock.

The security gate opened. It took all of Jordan’s willpower not to slam the car into first and peel out.

He’s expecting me? That man really was a piece of work.

But Eric goddamned Higgins was about to be brought to his knees. And oh hell did Jordan want him there, with his hand in Eric’s hair, watching that mouth work him over. He wanted his cock pumping between Eric’s full lips, wiping the smug expression from his handsome face.

Collecting himself, he drove through the elite community, marveling at the statuesque homes, meticulous lawns, and elegant gardens illuminated with just the right amount of warm, golden light. As a kid, he never would have imagined he’d get to visit a place like this, much less associate on a regular basis with people who lived in luxury.

Technically, Jordan could live like this too, but he chose not to. He had too many other people depending on him to be careless with the way he spent his money. Lavish living was a long way off for him, but he didn’t care as long as the bills were paid and his mom and sisters were taken care of.

Pulling into Eric’s driveway, Jordan followed it in a circle around a fountain that burbled in front of a pale yellow, three-story home. He unfolded himself from his car and took the porch steps two at a time, meeting Eric face-to-face as he opened the door long before Jordan had the chance to knock.

Eric had been that sure that Jordan would follow him, so sure he’d warned the guard at the gate and been waiting by the damned door.

All the anger and arousal that had been swirling inside Jordan emerged in a frustrated growl. “You’re about to learn a lesson in manners.”

Eric smirked. “Manners? This should be fu—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Jordan grabbed Eric’s face with both hands, letting the smoothness of Eric’s freshly shaved skin tease his palms as he pulled the other man’s lips to his, fusing their mouths with a crushing kiss. A kiss that told Eric who was in charge, who would be setting the tone and calling the shots.