One shed. No space. And my cocky new coworker won’t stop looking at me like he knows something I don’t.
I’m not gay. I’ve never even thought about another guy that way. But Tyler? He pushes. He smirks. He dares me. And the worst part? I can’t stop rising to the bait.
We’re shoulder to shoulder in the heat. Muscles brushing. Sweat slicking our skin. Tension becomes a spark. That spark? Turns into fire. And I’m starting to wonder if all this frustration isn’t hiding something else— Something filthy, raw, and so damn good it feels like losing control.
Enemies to something way hotter. Dominance cracking. First times. Rough kisses. Wall pinning. And a man who wants me on my knees—body, soul, and everything I swore I wasn’t.