Page 161 of Should Our Hearts Catch Fire

Gabriel stares at him. Then his gaze darkens, and he pushes Ellis up against the wall. “I changed my mind.”

“What?”

Gabriel kisses him fiercely, his cock already hard and rubbing against Ellis’. “We can be late for the exhibition. I’ll make it up to Dawson.”

“Make it up how?” Ellis demands, hooking one leg over Gabriel’s hip and wrapping a hand around both of them. He lets his head fall back, hissing as it hits cold hard tiles. The pain is quickly forgotten when Gabriel starts kissing his neck.

“He can be late to our wedding to get back at us,” Gabriel suggests, voice trailing off into a moan.

“That sounds reasonable,” Ellis concedes. He can’t really argue when he has this beautiful man in his arms and his heart.

Yeah, they can be late.

Latte is better than never.