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At some point during the night, they’d turned. Max was now on his side, Zander spooning him. While this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Max sleeping, it only reaffirmed his opinion: Max was the cutest thing ever. There should be a criminal code against cuteness like this.
Unable to help himself, he leaned in to kiss Max’s temple. Max stirred a little, eyes fluttering open. “You are awake?”
“I thought you were sleeping.”
“Dozing. I didn’t want to move and wake you.” Max turned his head enough to look up at him, dark brown eyes making his own evaluation of Zander. Whatever he saw, it made him relax into a smile. “You look better this morning.”
Yes, well, he’d been a step above roadkill last night, so that left a large area for improvement. That smile, though, it tempted him to do very sinful things to Max. He didn’t have permission to do any of them. Zander felt his willpower—admittedly fragile—stretch to the breaking point. Maybe try asking?
“Can I kiss you?”
For some reason, Max rolled his eyes. “What are you even saying?”
Was that a no…?
Max’s hand came up and latched on to the back of his neck, bringing him down even as he lifted his lips. Zander had a full second of surprise before those soft lips touched his.
Perfection. Sweet, utter perfection. Nothing was shy about Max’s kiss; he dove his lips hungrily onto Zander’s. Warm lips, hot breath, a delicious moaning sound that rumbled in Max’s throat—it all drove him to distraction. Zander kissed him back just as eagerly, hungry for every taste.
The kiss quickly escalated, their tongues invading each other’s mouths, caressing and thrusting in a mimicry of sex. Zander slid on top of him, instinct driving him to thrust a little against Max, unable to help himself. He felt too good. Having this man under him felt too good.
Max’s hands came up around his back, holding him in place, hands digging into Zander’s bare skin. It only spurred Zander on further. He wanted this man. He had to have him. This was no longer a want, it was a need. Raw, aching need.
So of course that’s when there was a knock at his bedroom door.
Zander pulled away from the kiss, looking down at Max’s flushed face, and felt the urge to murder whoever was outside in the hallway. “One sec, sweetheart.”
Turning his head, he got a good scent of who it was, and glared. “Ronan, you take one step in here, I will murder you.”
Ronan laughed, the sound evil. “I’m not tempted, but stop and come down. Fernando’s going to be here in about five minutes to check on you.”
Shit. Why? Oh, wait, he had said that he’d stop by before leaving last night. Zander had utterly forgotten his sire’s promise.
To be fair, Max was very distracting.
Max pushed at his shoulder. “Let me up.”
“What? No!” Zander pouted even as Max pushed him off.
There was a hint of frustration on Max’s face, but he leaned in and smacked a kiss against Zander’s mouth. “You can kiss me more later.”
Oh. Well, put like that, Zander wasn’t nearly as mad about the interruption. Later sounded fantastic.
The instant everyone was out of his house, though, he was dragging Max right back up here. Now that he’d gotten permission, he was going to kiss Max at every possible opportunity.
Zander reluctantly let go of him, but only because Max insisted on wearing clothes. Zander also pulled on jeans and a T-shirt before heading down to the living room.
Right as the three settled, the front door opened and Fernando and his mate, Noel, strolled through. Noel was in a sharp, navy blue suit, his blond hair swept back from his heart-shaped face, looking every inch the young businessman that he was. He looked, in fact, like he was on his way to a meeting and only stopped in as a quick detour. Fernando was also in a suit, so they were likely on their way to the same meeting. Fernando’s eyes swept the area and landed on Zander, face softening in relief.
“You look better this morning.”
“Yes, well, I was roadkill last night, so I’d hope so.”
Max put his coffee down on the side table and rose, giving Fernando a respectful smile. “Good morning. I’m sorry I was rude to you last night.”
Fernando grinned, shaking his head in amusement, smile lifting his eyes. “Don’t apologize. You were right to be upset with my child. Frankly, it’s been a while since someone dared take me to task over anything. You, Max, have a spine of steel. You’ll need it dealing with Zander, so don’t apologize for it.”
“I’m not that bad!” Why was everyone picking on him this morning?
