He wouldn’t take her anally until they were ready for the next step. Nor would they sleep in the same bed. Every night after a relentless screwing that left them both breathless and sated, he retreated to his own room and they slept in separate beds.
Two weeks after their new routine began, Marcus called to ask if Daniel had had a chance to dig into the computer—which he had not.
“How about just do it because I have a…a feeling about that thing?”
“A feeling. You have a feeling?”
“Yes, a gut level hunch that you really need to check that out. I must have had a dozen conversations with the man that left me wondering about so many things. Maybe he was just teasing me for the sport of it but…” He stopped suddenly, leaving a gaping silence between them.
“But what…?”
“You know, I really do
