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350 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2015




When Denny came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, Rafi was tapping his foot on the floor, antsy and ready to go. Denny was in no hurry,though, pulling his towel off and wiping himself down with it like he was polishing a glossy sports car. Carefully. Slowly. With excruciating attention to every nook and cranny.
“What are you doing?” Rafi’s voice was so thick.
“What do you mean?” Denny asked, lifting one arm and rubbing it thoroughly with the towel clutched in his other hand.
“Jesus Christ, you gotta be dry enough already,” he muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor and pulling his T-shirt away from his stomach, wishing the fabric were longer. If he stood up right now, there was no way Denny could miss that Rafi was hard, just from looking at him.
“I hate feeling all sticky.” Denny’s laugh was husky. “Well, I guess I don’t always hate it.”
Rafi couldn’t say a word. His tongue had stopped working somewhere in the middle of his brain picturing all the ways Denny could end up getting sticky. Sex! Sweat! Come! All the naked things!
