The instant Kaz opened the door to the presidential suite at one of the most expensive hotels in Paris Milo whirled around and brought their lips together in a hungry, fevered kiss. A mad dash of emotions had been riding him since they left the gala. He needed Kaz. Physically. Emotionally. In every way he could get him.
Without waiting for entry, he pushed his tongue into the man’s mouth, luring his tongue out to play. Kaz grunted, whether from how forceful Milo was being or from pleasure, Milo wasn’t sure. He looped his arms around Kaz’s neck and kept him from going anywhere while the other man circled his waist with those powerful hands.
When Kaz pulled his tongue back, Milo wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked, giving Kaz a preview of what he intended for that night. The answeri
