Rylan shook his head, speechless at how much trouble Harley had gone to, just for him.

“Wow, Harley,” he finally managed.

Ushering him into his astonishing suite, Harley, who could act so jaded, looked in wonderment at his gorgeous surroundings. For a few moments, Rylan forgot everything, except the beauty of this room.

“It’s really something. Isn’t it?” Harley padded over to a small silver serving tray and returned with two liqueur glasses. “To us.”

Rylan held the glass in his hand, hoping his big fingers wouldn’t snap the delicate stem. He accepted the toast and took a sip. Wonderful. He noticed that Harley had a gigantic fruit basket and executive gift basket containing lots of things he knew Harley would love. Lotions, candles, cotton gloves and all kinds of feel-good items spilled out of the basket’s confines.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You don’t know the half of it.

Rylan appreciated how tender and concerned Harley was being, how much trouble he’d gone to with the trip, the restaurant, even Rylan’s favorite liqueur. Rylan took off his messenger bag, dropped it onto a chair and stepped into Harley’s arms, careful not to spill a drop of chocolaty goodness.

Harley laughed. “I was wondering when I’d get a proper greeting.”

They exchanged hot kisses. Rylan liked feeling and seeing how hard Harley got. He allowed Harley to remove his shirt and pants. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks.

“Get on the bed, Harley.”

“Make me…”