Finding a backseat that was big enough for Sol’s broad body had been a challenge in and of itself, but Legault was pleased with the results. Tight quarters, nothing but muscle and heat...well, no matter which position he ended up in, he was going to feel like the real winner.

“I’m extremely flattered,” he stated as he reached for Sol’s hand, key in his palm so he could pass it on to him. While he was standing close, he dared to rub his knee against the obvious bulge in his partner’s pants, humming in approval. “And I can tell you are.” Sol wouldn’t be able to open the car door with Legualt leaning against him, and that was very counter-productive for why they met that night, so Legault stepped away and moved over to the car door, waiting for Sol to unlock it. “It’s not easy trying to impress you sometimes. I thought you should know.”