Day of Rest (Falling, #10) / Falling (ePub)

After an exhausting few weeks at work, Max and his favourite lawyer Arjen finally get a day of rest. Arjen would happily sleep the day away, but Max has much more exciting plans, from steamy fun in showers to risky sex on sunny beaches. He's going to very thoroughly tire his beloved Arjen out…

4300-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

"You don't appreciate me," Max said. "You never notice anything I do for you. Honestly. I bring you your coffee and what thanks do I get?"

His words fell on a dozing silence. His partner Arjen was fast asleep in their bed.

Arjen looked angelic when he was sleeping like this, the rumpled sheets dragged down to his waist to expose the angle of his shoulder, the curve of his spine, the beautiful lean planes of his back. His face was peaceful, his fingers curled into his palm. Dark lashes lay against his cheekbones, flickering with his dreams. Dust motes danced in the rich gold sunlight that fell across him. It was a sight to warm Max's heart.

Max chuckled and leaned over him to put the coffee cup down on his side of the bed for when he woke up. Max liked bringing Arjen his morning coffee; it was a simple, no-fuss way to say 'I love you'. "You're lucky I put up with you," Max told him. "It could be because of your charm. Or maybe just your ass." Max ruffled his dark hair.

It made him smile to see Arjen sleeping so deeply. The last few weeks had been exhausting for both of them. Arjen had been doing long hours at his job and Max kept getting slammed with overtime. But it was finally Sunday and they both got a whole day off. Which Max had every intention of spending in bed.

Max slipped back under the covers. There was something utterly relaxing about getting into a bed so warm, easing into the dip in the mattress. This must be the definition of home.

Arjen yawned, stretched, lashes fluttering slightly, and crept into the curve of his arm. His familiar weight fit perfectly against Max's side, his dark head against Max's shoulder, his cheek pressed against Max's bare chest. Just having him there filled Max with a contented glow. All his.

Max dipped his head and kissed him. He made it slow and sweet, cupping his face in one hand. Arjen stirred sleepily, running his hand up Max's chest to curve around the back of his neck, dragging him down into a deeper kiss. Then lapsed back into sleep.

Christ, Max was in love with him. Even looking at his sleeping face made Max's chest tighten with a stab of emotion. Max had never felt this intense protective urge with anyone else and sometimes it hit him so hard it hurt.

Max kissed his cheek, his temple, his eyelids feather-lightly. He wanted to smooth out those tired lines, ease all his worries forever. "You're mine," Max whispered. "You're all mine."