Page 7 of My Husband's Valentine

Chaz paused at the door, collected himself, and then opened the door.

“Chaz Bannon?” thedeliveryman spoke with a soft, almost sensual tone. “I have a Valentine’s Daypackagefor you… special delivery from your husband.”

What the…?Chaz blinked, barely aware of the gift basket of roses, champagne, and heart-shaped box of candy. It was thedelivery manthat captured his attention; black slacks, matching suit jacket and bow tie… and no shirt. More than that—what got Chaz’s heart pounding like a freight train—was the man’sbaby bluesgazing back at him with enough heat to ignite a wildfire.

“Franklin…?” Chaz stared at his employee in utter confusion. “I don’t… understand. What’re you…?” He looked at the romantic gift basket and frowned. “This is from Drake?”

Franklin nodded, the heat in his eyes holding. “Everythingyou see before you… is from Drake.”

What is happening?What did he meaneverything—

Chaz took a second look at the younger man.Slacks, jacket, bow tie, no shirt.He looked like a…

A small knowing smile formed on Franklin’s face as Chaz’s shock showed through.What did you do, Drake?Even as the question sifted through his head, a deepheatfilled his loins and—as Drake predicted—Chaz fell in love with his husband all over again…so fucking hard.

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Despite theimplicationsof the scenario, Chaz found himself proceeding with caution, on the slim chance he was being a bittoopresumptuous. He wasn’t, he knew this deep down. Drake wouldn’t have sent Franklin unless his intent was exactly what Chaz believed it to be.

Still…

Chaz cleared his throat and gestured to Franklin. “Come in.”

Franklin entered and Chaz closed the door then led the way to the kitchen where Franklin placed the basket on the counter.

“This is… nice,” Chaz murmured as he lifted the bottle of champagne from the basket and touched the roses. “Drake is sweet.”

“He is,” Franklin spoke softly.

Chaz exhaled, his breath uneven. “All of this…”

“Is exactly what you think it is,” Franklin confirmed with a sensual smile. He stepped closer to Chaz and touched his face, his mouth drifting to Chaz’s lips. “Exactly.”The kiss followed through, engulfing Chaz with waves of passion that intoxicated his senses and set his body on fire.

A shaky gasp escaped Chaz when their lips parted. “But Drake and I agreed…” he rasped unsteadily. “… that we wouldn’t… with you…”

“Plans have changed,” Franklin whispered. “I’m not worried.” He brushed another kiss across Chaz’s lips. “Nothing will go wrong. We’re just friends… exploring some new and interestingbenefits.”

Chaz trembled beneath the lust suddenly coursing through his veins. “Drake did this… for me?”

“Mm-hm.” Franklin pushed into another kiss. “As I said yesterday… you’re a lucky man.”

“I am,” Chaz moaned against his mouth, then drew back. “Wait…” he panted softly. “… thatmaybedate you mentioned…”

Franklin smiled slyly.

“It was… me?”

“Mm. Do you still stand by what you said?”

“What did I say?” Chaz breathed, inhaling Franklin’s stimulatingscent.

“When I asked if you thought he would accept my invite to getdirtywith me,” he whispered. “You said if he had a pulse he would.” Franklin dipped his head and touched his mouth to Chaz’s throat. “I feel a pulse… a verystrongpulse…”

I feel a pulse, too,Chaz whimpered silently as his cock swelled in his pants and began to throb.

“I…” Chaz swallowed. “I… stand by what I said.”

“In that case,” Franklin murmured, “why don’t you open the champagne and…” He slid his hand down between Chaz’s legs and lightly squeezed, getting a stiff groan from Chaz. “… start enjoying your husband’s Valentine gift to you.”

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