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Authors: Tere Michaels
Tags: LGBT Erotic Contemporary
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“Here—it's just seltzer,” Jim said, coming up behind him. “I'm outta beer—
haven't been to the grocery store in a while,” he said drily.
Griffin took the glass without comment. He wanted to ask about the lack of personalization, but really, the answer had already manifested itself in the way Jim nervously suffered through this date and Griffin's haphazard seduction.
“No problem, I think I'm buzzed enough,” he said finally, stepping into Jim's personal space with a swagger. “How are you feeling?” Jim laughed. “Weird.”
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“Decidedly unflattering.”
Jim shook his head, opened his mouth, then closed it—instead of saying anything more, he leaned forward to lay a warm kiss on Griffin's mouth.
Not a chewing, rough kiss of intent; more of a thank-you or a good-night or a welcome-home sort of kiss, one that Griffin didn't associate with a one-night stand. It weirded him out for a moment, inciting his lizard brain to perhaps bolt out of the loft in sheer terror.
Except he didn't really want to do that. He wanted to stay as he returned the gentle kiss.
Because now Griffin had a good handle on at least one of Jim Shea's secrets—he really was a romantic.
“I think I need a tour, starting with the bedroom,” Griffin said, sliding a hand around to Jim's back.
“Subtle.”
“Not going for subtle.” Griffin tried to offset the seriousness of his voice with a smile, and Jim relaxed a little under his hand.
Jim led him to the wide, open staircase near the double glass doors filling most of the back wall. Beyond most likely lay a kick-ass view of Seattle at night, but Griffin was more concerned with Jim, the romantic, shy guy who lived in a loft with hardly any furniture.
The stairs didn't take long, though Griffin had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. At the top, he peered over and spotted the exact bed he would have asked that genie for.
The huge, four-poster modern monstrosity took up nearly all the open loft space. White sheets, white comforter, piles of thick white pillows stacked at the top. All that was missing were the chocolates on the pillow.
“That's your bed? Griffin stepped past Jim, still holding on to him.
Jim laid his half-empty glass on the matching dresser to the side.
“Like it?” There was a distinct note of pride in his voice.
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“You may never get me out of here,” Griffin mumbled under his breath, following suit with his own full glass. “Where were we? Oh, right…” He didn't let Jim wander too far; he rubbed flat palms over Jim's chest and stomach to reacquaint himself with that fine body. He wanted to move to the part where Jim was naked, but the anticipation was enough for now.
“Let's lie down,” he murmured, hands moving to unbutton the other man's shirt. “More comfortable that way.” He loosened Jim's shirt and reached for his belt as Jim slowly set him on fire with a sultry look. First the buttons, then the belt, then the awkward and sexy shimmy out of his pants. Griffin ran his tongue over his lips, then mimicked the move on Jim's mouth until they both swayed.
Griffin gave Jim a tiny push toward the bed, that swagger back again. The straining erection tenting those Boy Scout tighty whities told him everything he wanted—but Jim's eyes explained what he needed. It made him feel like a god to know that so clearly, without words being said.
“No boots on the bed,” Jim said, cheeky and breathless. And ridiculously hot. Griffin felt his retinas burning as his eyes raked over Jim's muscled body.
“You're going to vacuum when I fall asleep, aren't you?”
“No. Maybe,” Jim admitted, lying back on the bed. “I might dust too.”
“Well, then I'm going to have to work hard to make sure you can't move.” Griffin toed off his boots and pushed them to the side, following with his socks and shirt. Now in an undershirt and jeans, he walked slowly to stand next to the bed.
If he
“Here—it's just seltzer,” Jim said, coming up behind him. “I'm outta beer—
haven't been to the grocery store in a while,” he said drily.
Griffin took the glass without comment. He wanted to ask about the lack of personalization, but really, the answer had already manifested itself in the way Jim nervously suffered through this date and Griffin's haphazard seduction.
“No problem, I think I'm buzzed enough,” he said finally, stepping into Jim's personal space with a swagger. “How are you feeling?” Jim laughed. “Weird.”
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Tere Michaels
“Decidedly unflattering.”
Jim shook his head, opened his mouth, then closed it—instead of saying anything more, he leaned forward to lay a warm kiss on Griffin's mouth.
Not a chewing, rough kiss of intent; more of a thank-you or a good-night or a welcome-home sort of kiss, one that Griffin didn't associate with a one-night stand. It weirded him out for a moment, inciting his lizard brain to perhaps bolt out of the loft in sheer terror.
Except he didn't really want to do that. He wanted to stay as he returned the gentle kiss.
Because now Griffin had a good handle on at least one of Jim Shea's secrets—he really was a romantic.
“I think I need a tour, starting with the bedroom,” Griffin said, sliding a hand around to Jim's back.
“Subtle.”
“Not going for subtle.” Griffin tried to offset the seriousness of his voice with a smile, and Jim relaxed a little under his hand.
Jim led him to the wide, open staircase near the double glass doors filling most of the back wall. Beyond most likely lay a kick-ass view of Seattle at night, but Griffin was more concerned with Jim, the romantic, shy guy who lived in a loft with hardly any furniture.
The stairs didn't take long, though Griffin had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. At the top, he peered over and spotted the exact bed he would have asked that genie for.
The huge, four-poster modern monstrosity took up nearly all the open loft space. White sheets, white comforter, piles of thick white pillows stacked at the top. All that was missing were the chocolates on the pillow.
“That's your bed? Griffin stepped past Jim, still holding on to him.
Jim laid his half-empty glass on the matching dresser to the side.
“Like it?” There was a distinct note of pride in his voice.
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“You may never get me out of here,” Griffin mumbled under his breath, following suit with his own full glass. “Where were we? Oh, right…” He didn't let Jim wander too far; he rubbed flat palms over Jim's chest and stomach to reacquaint himself with that fine body. He wanted to move to the part where Jim was naked, but the anticipation was enough for now.
“Let's lie down,” he murmured, hands moving to unbutton the other man's shirt. “More comfortable that way.” He loosened Jim's shirt and reached for his belt as Jim slowly set him on fire with a sultry look. First the buttons, then the belt, then the awkward and sexy shimmy out of his pants. Griffin ran his tongue over his lips, then mimicked the move on Jim's mouth until they both swayed.
Griffin gave Jim a tiny push toward the bed, that swagger back again. The straining erection tenting those Boy Scout tighty whities told him everything he wanted—but Jim's eyes explained what he needed. It made him feel like a god to know that so clearly, without words being said.
“No boots on the bed,” Jim said, cheeky and breathless. And ridiculously hot. Griffin felt his retinas burning as his eyes raked over Jim's muscled body.
“You're going to vacuum when I fall asleep, aren't you?”
“No. Maybe,” Jim admitted, lying back on the bed. “I might dust too.”
“Well, then I'm going to have to work hard to make sure you can't move.” Griffin toed off his boots and pushed them to the side, following with his socks and shirt. Now in an undershirt and jeans, he walked slowly to stand next to the bed.
If he
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