The warm body wrapped around his was incentive enough not to answer and let it go to voice mail. Something hard pressed against his stomach and Maxwell wanted to take the tour to discover what it might be. He pushed a strand of fair hair off Gibson’s face, his heart clenching at the sight of Gibson’s sleeping visage, long eyelashes against pale cheeks and lips that were slightly opened. The man sleeping beside him was beautiful. A quick peek under the covers confirmed Maxwell’s suspicions—yep, one lovely, cut pink cock currently prodded him, attached to a lean, tight little body that Maxwell wanted to touch, hold and never let go. The little piercing in Gibson’s belly button winked at him, inviting his mouth to taste it. Maxwell clapped a hand against his forehead as he lay back, picking up his phone to see who had called. “You knew this was a bad idea, arsehole,” he muttered to himself. “He told you he doesn’t do commitments but no, you had to take him home.
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