As nice as things are with Martin, we've never been in a scenario where we may be caught.

I realize it's irresponsible, but that's part of being alive.

"You're nuts," he replies, beaming with passion in his eyes.

"Yes, I am," I chuckle, throwing my head back and offering him my neck. Without hesitating, he leans forward and presses his mouth on my soft skin. Pleasure floods my mind like a dam has burst.

Untucking his shirt, I trace my palm over his chest muscles, my heart constricting as I feel his pecs and abs. It's as if God himself fashioned Martin's physique, hell bent on producing the ultimate man....