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All or Nothing
S.A. Garcia
Scott lit the twenty-fifth white candle. He glanced around his snug
studio apartment and bit his lower lip. After adoring his handsome boss for
months, tonight Scott planned to reveal his emotion to Thomas.
If Scott's lunacy caused unemployment, so be it. Hell, Scott needed
to tell manly Thomas the truth, or quit his job.
The architectural photographer checked the Pinot Grigio again.
There, chilled to perfection. Scott hoped Thomas appreciated the Italian
vintage; at $95.79 a bottle, the wine should pour itself into the stemware. He
prayed he wouldn't drink the wine alone.
He needed a last glance at his romantic speech. Scott plucked the
post-it note from under the living room table and tried conquering his nervous
squeak. "Thomas, when I gaze into your eyes, I lose myself. I fall into
your confident gaze like a feather falls onto a tranquil river. I cannot
believe how good falling in love with you feels. I sense our river of love will
support us and take us places I've never explored. I love you."
Fuck, the words sounded like a simpering greeting card. Too bad, he
spoke the truth.
The buzzer's harsh tone blared. Scott nearly pissed himself. His
poor heart thudded so hard he feared for his skin. Splat, thud! Why had he picked such a humid night for this
seduction? Liters of sweat erupted under his armpits.
He inhaled a centering breath. Scott buzzed Thomas up. His knees
stuttered in terror. Stop!
An authoritative knock attacked the front door. Scott whimpered and
hugged himself for luck. He opened the door and tried smiling at Thomas.
Ga-goo-omigod-help! Scott's speech scampered under the futon. The drool-worthy Thomas
wore a red silk muscle shirt. Dark brown arms shone in the candle glow. Snug
black jeans displayed Thomas's big, bold bossman's basket to the world.
Their gazes crashed and burned. Thomas arched one thick eyebrow in
playful confusion.
Fuck it. Scott lunged forward. He shut the front door, pulled Thomas
close and kissed his sexy boss's lips in aching, desirous desperation. He
licked down his cheek until he bit the protruding Adam's apple.
He stepped back. "Shirt. Off."
Instead of protesting, Thomas raised his arms and let Scott yank off
the shirt. Mmm, the dark, muscular torso demanded worship. As he slid to his
knees, Scott nipped, nuzzled and savored Thomas's enchanting smell. His world
eclipsed down to Thomas's reacting cock. Scott's teeth pulled down the zipper.
A thick cock filled his bliss-struck mouth. When Thomas moaned in surprised
pleasure, Scott sucked until he almost dislocated his jaw.
Hoarse laughter sounded above his head. "Are you asking me for
a raise?"
Scott laughed against Thomas's stiff cock and glanced up. "Can
I have this big bonus first?"
Fingers ruffled Scott's fair hair. His smiling boss licked his lips
and winked. "Only if I can return the favor, sugah."
The smitten Scott decided his silly speech could wait until
Valentine's Day.
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