Chapter 2It had been a whim. A spur of the moment decision. A choice similar to a thousand he’d made before.
The difference was that this time, when Michael sat down next to one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen, that most gorgeous man had noticed. He’d not only noticed, he’d kept on noticing. And in the last place in the world he’d expect to get picked up, Michael Sebastian Pappas found himself pinned to a wall by broad shoulders and chocolate eyes, shooting all over a flat stomach, coming harder than he could ever remember coming before.
Things like this didn’t happen to him. They happened to articulate, sexy men who didn’t get off on dusty old books and dustier theories. Michael attracted the kind of man more interested in discussing Marx in bed than which position would get him
