The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

The moment our lips touched, I went weightless. It was like leaping off a stage into the waiting hands of the crowd, yet never landing. Falling forever.

“Is this call business,” I asked, “or pleasure?” There was a pause like my question had thrown her. “It’s pleasure.” Her voice was surprisingly sure. “Come over, and make sure to bring that magical dick with you.” I grinned bigger than I ever had in my life. “Yes, ma’am.”

If I could have ordered the universe to send me the perfect man, custom made just for me . . . how close did Troy come to that?

“You weren’t hearing music for two years, and all of a sudden, it’s nonstop.” She cocked an eyebrow, unamused. “Are you going to tell me your dick is magic again?” “Do I need to? I think the evidence speaks for itself.”

Maybe you could only reach a certain level of happiness for yourself, but . . . happiness for someone else? That was limitless. That was joy.

It was a strange fucking feeling to want something so bad, yet also dread it. I reminded myself how she’d said she was all in with me. No matter what, I’d walk away from tonight with her, so wasn’t everything else just a bonus? Didn’t I already have exactly what I wanted?