Michael Stein has a recurring dream of Mr. Muscles -- a tall, strong, sex machine who pounds him into oblivion and makes his sheets wet. Unfortunately, Mr. Muscles doesn’t really exist. But who needs reality when the best sex he ever had comes every night? He doesn't need a real man, right? Such a man doesn't even exist. Life is good -- no messy relationships, hot nocturnal encounters, and he only has to clean up after himself. One day at work, Michael finds himself face to face with the man of his dreams in the form of Christian Bolster, who is six feet tall and full of solid muscle. To Michael’s surprise, Christian invites him to dinner, and he can't help but say yes. As the evening progresses, Michael is drawn to Christian’s charm and relaxed nature. Suddenly he starts to panic. This can't be real. Things like this don't happen to him. What was he thinking? Should he take a chance on reality, or hold out for the man in his dreams? Or can Christian be that man?

Dream Man

At three o’clock sharp, a customer appears at my desk. I am on the phone, facing away from the front of the office so, using hand gestures, I let the person know I’ll be done in a moment. Caller taken care of, I turn to greet our customer.


My jaw drops, my stomach clenches, and my ass starts to burn. It can’t be!My wet dream has come to life. I have never seen his face in my dreams, but the body is damn familiar—tall (about six feet), muscular, and, taking a guess at the bulge in his tight designer blue jeans, pretty damn thick.


He has a strong face, and high cheekbones. His skin is the color of creamed coffee, and his hair, dark brown and wavy, hung to his neck. He has a tattoo of a scorpion on his left bicep, visible just below his tight-fitting, dark green, short-sleeved polo shirt. He has small gold hoops in both ears. Isthisis our new client? Have mercy!


As I struggle for composure, he gives me a slow, sexy smile. He has dimples—dimples! Oh my God! Deeeeeep breath.


Chapter 2