Max’s ejaculate. “Please let me come, Max.” He pushed his hips jerkily against the bottom of Max’s shoe.
“Lick my shoe clean and you may come against the carpet.”
Ethan released a high-pitch moan but didn’t protest. He fell to the carpet face first, blindly locating Max’s foot with his hands and bringing his face to it. He was utterly shameless, nuzzling and licking across the polished leather toe box while he spread his knees to lower his cock to the carpet and thrust. The friction had to burn, but Max suspected he enjoyed it.
He wished for his cellphone to record this on video, but realized the image Ethan made right now would sear itself onto his brain regardless. Max panned his gaze around his office, feeling powerful and dominating, and then looked down at the man groveling at his feet. He felt high, as though he’d ingested recreational drugs.
“Come for me,” he ordered roughly.
Ethan sobbed with relief. With a hand wrapped securely around the heel of Max’s shoe and the other gripping Max’s ankle, Ethan gave in to the demands of his body. His moans poured across the top of Max’s shoe as he bucked and shivered against the carpet. He writhed until he’d spent himself utterly. When he collapsed, he did so with his cheek resting against Max’s shoe laces.
“Thank you,” Ethan panted, eyes closed, face sticky. “Thank you.”
Max smirked. “You are welcome, though admittedly, I feel as though I should say the same. You put on quite the performance just now. I enjoyed it.”
“It was all real,” Ethan assured him tiredly.
Max leaned over and carded his fingers through damp golden hair. “I never doubted it. Now come. Let me take you home and feed you a proper dinner.”
Chapter Three
“I have to say, Max, this place has the best service in the city.”
Ethan opened his mouth for Max to place another slice of Cantonese-style lobster between his lips.
“Something tells me I could be feeding you chicken McNuggets and you’d say the same thing,” Max drawled as Ethan chewed.
“Definitely wouldn’t be the same. You’d refused to dip it in the sweet ‘n’ sour sauce for me.”
“That’s because it’s pure corn syrup.”
“A little indulgence every once in a while isn’t so bad, is it?”
Max licked his fingers clean while Ethan watched. “I suppose it isn’t.”
Max was trying to seduce him—or maybe he was only being Max, aka the Sexiest Man Alive—but Ethan was starving since dinner had been put off an extra couple of hours. As soon as the Chinese food arrived at their condo, Ethan had torn into the bags. Only Max’s offer to feed him by hand had slowed him down. Come to think of it, Max seemed to be manipulating him all over the place.
Not that Ethan felt like complaining. He reclined on his side on the living room rug, with their food opened in containers between them. Max, seated across from him in his sleep pants and nothing else, reached into a box to pull out a glazed sugar snap pea. Holding Ethan’s gaze, he painted Ethan’s lips with the flat side of the vegetable.
“Remind you of something?” Ethan asked, conscious of the stickiness of his lips. He darted his tongue out to taste the ginger and scallion in the sauce. “Delicious, but I tasted something better back at the office.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Max said, his voice low.
There didn’t appear to be an inch of fat on his body and Ethan enjoyed the view as he licked his lips clean before opening them to accept the snap pea.
“I enjoyed it a lot,” he said after he’d swallowed. He reached across and touched the back of Max’s hand. “Thank you. How did you know?”
“I’m your husband,” Max said simply as he wiped his fingers on a napkin. “It’s my duty to pay attention and take care of you.”
“Unofficially you’re my husband, but not for much longer.” Ethan stared at their hands and their naked ring fingers. “Have you chosen them yet?”
Max caressed Ethan’s ring finger. “I have a style in mind. Do you still insist on leaving it to my sole discretion?”
“Yes. I admire your taste and, I don’t know, it makes me feel a certain way to know I’ll be wearing your ring, the one you chose for me.”
“I understand.”
Ethan glanced up at him. “I’ll be honest, too, the thought of you wearing a ring that marks you as mine is an incredible turn-on. I think it’s the cave man in me.”
“Fortunately, you’ll be married to