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136 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2015







“I do believe you are flirting with me, Chef.”
Brady flattened his hand against Gage’s chest and pushed him back an inch. “Don’t know how to flirt, Golden.”
Oh yes you do, you gorgeous man.
Brady’s use of that nickname he had labeled Gage with not long after they first met conjured a flutter in his stomach and a twitch in his dick. With a slow drag of his teeth along his lower lip –stop it!- Brady opened the shower door and tested the water’s temp.
Dat. Ass.
It looked amazing in his black boxer briefs, the tightly loomed fabric cupping those cheeks perfectly. Did the man have any idea how goddamn fuckable he was? Gage barely had time to absorb that splendor before Brady yanked down his boxers with his good hand, kicked them off, and took his completely naked self into the shower.
Gage chuckled. “Plenty of stuff throws me, such as you playing hard to get. That really pissed me off.”
“I wasn’t.” They just didn’t make sense together.
Gage made a sound of annoyance as if he knew exactly how Brady completed that sentence in his head. “I’m cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be. Now, how about you tell me why you really can’t sleep?”
The guy already had looks, charm, and a cock Brady wanted to suck on like an everlasting gobstopper. Did he have to be well-adjusted, too?
Brady could remain silent. He’d gone years without voicing his pain, a lifetime of containment. When Gage asked if he could stay the night, he could have said no. But with this man, he wanted to try.