BEYOND THE ICE
"The braised lamb. We thought you might appreciate a substantial piece of meat."
Mateo shifted his chair slightly, and Lyon’s breath hitched. Through the thin fabric of Mateo’s dress slacks, his arousal was undeniable—blunt and heavy, just inches from Lyon’s hand.
That was the breaking point. Lyon reached for the wine bottle to refill his glass, but his hand was trembling. The bottle clipped the rim, and a splash of deep burgundy wine soaked into the front of Lyon’s white silk shirt and charcoal vest.
"Dammit!" Lyon hissed, the stain spreading rapidly. "I’m so sorry, I—"
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