The car seat was almost too hot.
Ian sighed softly and shifted his rear against the heated leather again, but that only increased the cornucopia of sensations shooting through him. One little word and it would all stop.
Here he was, Ian Groden, CEO of a successful business, a man who headed up an employee force of several hundred. He had power. People answered to him, though he thought he was a decent boss, not unreasonable or mean. Too many people in power became callous and abused said power.
Ian was a passenger in his own car, his husband Taren hummed as he drove. Taren was an investigator for the Idaho State police and looked the part. He was a big guy, broad chest, well defined abs and thick, muscular thighs the sight of which sometimes made it so Ian had to think hard to remember
