Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

Must Love Cats

“At home.” Scott had a bigger build than Dale and wouldn’t fit into the thinner man’s clothing. He tried pulling a pair of boxer shorts on, only to find they couldn’t snap shut.


Personally, Dale saw nothing wrong with the shorts—the breezy material framed Scott’s heavy cock and balls beautifully. “I mean, you go out naked? When you…” He still wasn’t quite sure he believed all this.


Scott gave him a sardonic look. “I go out wearing fur. Usually I head back inside before I have to change. Last night I just got…distracted.”


Dale liked thinking he was the distraction that had kept Scott from returning home. As he stood at the kitchen counter, toasting up a few slices of bread for their breakfast, he wondered where things would lead between them. Back to the bedroom, he hoped. Whether or not he believed Scott had been a furry feline mere hours ago was beside the point. The man was hot


Chapter 17