Although he knew there was a chance things would not work out as he hoped, Jeff had planned the night with care, trying to visualize nothing but the positive outcome he wanted. Two thick porterhouse steaks soaked in marinade, corn was ready to add to the grill, and a bowl of potato salad waited in the fridge. He knew Mike liked chocolate, so a decadently rich chocolate cake layered with marshmallow cream and caramel waited for dessert.
In the bedroom, the spread was already turned down over clean dark blue sheets, a tube of scented and flavored lubricating oil lay on the nightstand, and a bottle of champagne chilled in a small bucket of ice, two flutes beside it. He thought about adding some toys or restraints, but he was pretty sure Mike wouldn’t go for such things. Maybe later in their
