***Grey's POV***

I wake to the sun licking my skin. Mak is curled up on my lap. His sweet body is pressing against my full bladder. As much as I love holding him, I couldn't risk pissing myself.

I look over and see the most fan girl picture. Sebastian is sleeping in the chair. Mark is straddling his lap, asleep on his shoulder.

Bi-curious, pfft my virgin ass.

I stand up and lay Mak back in the chair. The afternoon sun is hot but, there is a crisp wind blowing. I shiver as his warmth leaves my body. I rush towards the bathroom and release the gallon of fluid that was punishing my bladder.

I grab one of Mark's spare toothbrushes and quickly clean the nasty alcohol out of my mouth. I find my phone on the dining room table. The time says 12:09. We had stayed up til sunrise and slept til noon. That is ridiculous. I chuckle to myself.

I call the cafe down town, by the bar we were at last night, and reserve a table. I then call an Uber that will fit four. I head back outside to wake the princes.

"Good morning sleeping beauties." I sing song into the air.

Not one of them stirred.

I bend down and kiss Mak's neck. Small moans leave his lips. I kiss his pout and he wiggles his rump into the chair.

"Time to wake up sexy." I whisper as I stroke his hair.

He yawns, his arms stretching out. He smacks Mark right in the face with his fist.

I crack up laughing.

Mark opens one eye and glares.

"Nice pillow." I wink at Mark.

I hear Sebastian laugh and he tightens his hold on Mark.

"Good morning handsome." Sebastian kisses Mark's cheek.

Mark blushes.

"Did you just fucking blush?" I gawk.

"Shut the fuck up Grey. I hate you." Mark pokes his tongue at me.

"Uber will be here in an hour, we have reservations at Pisillos." I announce.

The groggy men finally stand up, groaning and stretching.

"I need a shower." Mak grimaces.

"I have spare clothes and new boxers. You guys are more than welcome to." Mark offers.

I had clothes here and plenty of them.

"He can wear mine." I counter.

"You guys take showers in the guest room. We will use mine." Mark decides.

"Save water, shower with a friend." Sebastian smirks.

Mark whisks Sebastian towards his room and I laugh.

"Don't listen to him." I shake my head towards Mak.

"I thought the idea was brilliant." Mak smiles.

I whisk him to the guest bathroom.

I hand him a toothbrush while I start the shower.

I kiss his neck as he brushes his teeth. He could have found it irritating but, I take my chances.

When he finishes, I spin him around and slide his shirt up his arms, lifting his arms as I pull the shirt up over his rib cage and over his head. I stare at his runner's body. I let my fingers roam over his beautiful skin.

Shit! He is so perfect.

He follows my lead and slides my shirt off. He places a kiss over my heart on my chest.

I tremble as his lips brush my skin.

He slides his hands down my abs and unbuttons my jeans, slowly taking down my zipper. He pushes my pants down my legs and kneels down, kissing my member thru my Jockey's. I'm a shivering mess.

I do the same. When I kneel, I slide my lips over my teeth and nibble his member thru his Calvin Klein's. He moans.

"Naked. Now." I snap.

We both drop our boxers.

His member is full staff and my mouth fucking waters. He's bigger than I expected. He is long and just thick enough. The skin is smooth, there is no curve to his shaft and the head is perfectly capped. His veins are prominent. He obviously grooms and that's sexy as hell. His balls are huge and I want to weigh them with my tongue. It's just flawless.

He stands still, his mouth wide open, staring at my hard shaft. I am proud that he seems to like what is his. I will only ever be his.

I grab his hand and lead him into the shower.

I push him against the wall, facing me. I cage his head in with my elbows. His body is pinned to the wall by my own. I lean forward and kiss his lips softly. I taste the minty toothpaste from his tongue. My fingertips caress his face. I lap my tongue into his mouth, devouring his flesh.

God this is bliss.

Mak wraps his arms around my shoulders and he pushes my head further into him. I grab his legs and hike them around my waist, grinding our members together.

"Grey, fuck." Mak mews.

I thrust my hips towards his. The contact is exhilarating. I want nothing more to than to take him right now. I move my lips to his neck and kiss his wet skin, circling my tongue on his flesh.

He is moaning and I am holding myself back. There isn't one inch of him that doesn't turn me on. I slide him down my body. I kiss his forehead and separate our bodies.

"Why did you stop?" He pouts.

"We aren't losing our virginity in a shower." I promise.

I pull him into my embrace and lay kisses on his shoulders, neck, cheeks, nose and lips.

"We deserve better." I whisper against his skin.

He kisses me passionately and I know I made the right decision.

I pour body wash into my bare hands and make  a show of cleaning his skin. I sensually circle his body as I massage the soap into his canvas. I brush my fingertips across his spine, ribs, hips and shoulder blades. I massage shampoo into his hair and work my fingertips into his scalp.

There is no reason a shower can't be intimate without sex.

I rinse him completely and he replicates my actions. His hands feel soft and knowing. They feel like they were made to paint my flesh. Everything about Mak is an aphrodisiac. He greedily steals pecks and soft kisses. It's absolute heavenly torture.

We exit the shower and dry one another off. I'm relaxed and aroused. It feels right. It feels raw and honest. It's better than sex at this moment.

We move around the room dressing and getting ready for the day. He brushes his hair and I just watch. He is a documentary and I am a loyal viewer. I could watch him on loop.

His hand finds mine as he leads me out of the room. Two whole people join together to make a perfect pair. He is everything I could want or need.

"You pop that Cherry?" Mark laughs.

"God your annoying." I roll my eyes.

"Don't worry, he didn't get any either." Sebastian laughs and Mark pouts.

It's singularly the funniest shit ever. He looks like a big child.

"Let's get going." I chuckle. We leave the penthouse and meet the Uber outside. We ride towards the cafe, talking and joking.

I like Sebastian, a lot. I'm usually good at picking out flaws and his are minimal. Mark appears to like him too. I ship them.

We get dropped off at the diner and stand at the counter.

I order a Milano. It's an Italian panini shop and their food is absolutely delicious. The other three order and we get cokes.

We take our seats and cozy up to our partners. My arm is wrapped around Mak, my fingers tracing his neck line. I hum my approval and he nuzzles into my side.

I wish I had known what I had been missing. I also know, it would not have been this pleasurable with any other being. Mak is made for me. I just know. That excites me.

I listen as Mak explains his role at Parker, Inc. Mark explains his role as well. My turn presents itself and I spare the most boring details.

"Sebastian, what is your career?" I ask with equal interest.

He shifts in his seat. I realize quickly he wasn't exactly ready to divulge. Hmmm.

"I'm a fashion model." Sebastian peeks at Mark.

I don't see an issue with that.

"Do you enjoy it?" Mak questions.

"It is exhausting. I often miss home." Sebastian's shoulders fall.

"Where is home?" Mark asks. I see his eyes. They are full of curiosity and hope.

"Here. This is home." Sebastian says.

"How often do you come home?" Mark pushes.

"This is the first time in six months." Sebastian sighs.

Now I see why he wanted to avoid the question.  Any type of relationship would be long distance. Not that I know from personal experience, but I realize how hard that can be.

Our food arrives. A hushed air settles. We eat and each of us interjects minimal conversation.

Sebastian steals glances at Mark. Mark is smiling, but I know him enough to know he is worried.

I know Mark. He can be a real playboy. He has never kept one girl on the line long enough to call it a relationship. But, I know his heart and his desires. He wants a relationship.

He can do this.

All he needs is a little encouragement.

We finish eating and I pay the bill. I cover the whole thing. It's not about money. I have plenty, there is no reason for anyone to feel indifferent. It is just easy to slap down my corporate card.

Mark has plenty of money as I am sure Sebastian does too.

Mak has just as much as I do. Although, I have not known him more than two months, what is mine is his. He probably doesn't see it that way. He is an asset in every way. He won't ever need or want for a thing. He has my heart already.

"What do we wanna do today?" I ask.

"I'm here until Monday. We can hang out." Sebastian offers Mark.

"I would enjoy that." Mark's smile is radiant and I can see how much Sebastian effects him.

"We can go to a game." Mak suggests.

"Knicks and Nets play at 6pm." I inform them.

"Can we get tickets this late?" Mak asks.

I laugh.

"Baby, we have full access to Lexus Level." I kiss Mak's head.

"Are you fucking with me?" Mak asks with astonishment.

"I will fuck you, but never with you." I wink.

Mark bellows out a laugh.

"I thought you didn't follow sports" I tease.

"Yeah right." Mark scoffs.

"I am a closet fan. The only closet I occupy." Mak laughs.

That sets us all in chuckles.

"Okay, so game at 6pm. We will meet up at my place at 5pm?" I confirm.

"Sounds good." Mark and Sebastian agree.

We leave the cafe and Mak walks beside me, we are wrapped around each other, across the Manhattan streets until we find my car. We get in and start heading back to my place.

"Baby, do you need to go by your place?" I ask.

"Please. I need to grab some stuff." Mak informs.

"Wanna spend the weekend at my house?" I offer.

"Sounds fun." Mak wiggles his brows.

"You're trouble." I laugh.

"Maybe." He shrugs.

He is definitely trouble.

We stop by Mak's. He gets a bag together and swaps into his own clothes. He looks good in mine, but I appreciate his own style. It's sexy and fits his personality.

Once we make it to my house we have a couple hours. We curl up on my bed and I turn on the television. I hold Mak as he lays on my chest. We talk and enjoy one another. Our hands roam and our lips. We eventually do more making out than talking. The T.V. Just plays on the background.

Kissing Mak is an experience. He is passionate and skilled. Our lips fit together perfectly. He is a huge flirt. He is also very good at acting shy and innocent. It's a complete turn on. His fluttering lashes and soft noises do unspeakable things to my body.

I'm absolutely infatuated with Mak.