Mac was terrified. It had been years since he’d had s*x with a man and the prospect made him dizzy with lust and nerves. He’d fumbled around in dark alleys and barroom stalls, but it hadn’t been since university that he’d had another man in his bed.
Then Mac wondered if he was paying Guy and he slept with him, would he be paying Guy to sleep with him?
His mother would be horrified.
He was horrified.
The first thing Mac had noticed about Guy Harris had been his bicep as he leaned against the bar next to him. It was almost obscene, the bulbous muscle gently pushed against the tightening skin, hardening as Guy held himself up. Every part of him, every visible part, was thick and strong. He was wearing white linen trousers, a thin undershirt, and suspenders. He looked half-dressed and enti
