Chapter 2:

The Talk

Breakfast ended too quickly. Every bite of bacon tasted like ash while Max sat across from me, calm and commanding in that black t-shirt. His presence filled the kitchen, broad shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp. I kept replaying last night his stare, the bulge in his sweats, the way he’d called me a “good boy” this morning. My cock had been half-hard since I woke up.

“Office. Now,” Max said, pushing his plate aside. He stood, towering over me at six-two, and I followed like a scolded kid. The home office was at the back of the house, lined with bookshelves and a heavy wooden desk....