Georgie Baldt is stuck in a rut. He used to be a go-getter, but then the real world hit after college, and being magna cum laude with a major in Liberal Arts meant squat next to student loans and paying the bills. In the middle of all the mind-numbing minutia of working two dead-end jobs, Georgie just wants to find that spark again, and maybe someone to love, too. In fact, Georgie's never forgotten the stranger who took his virginity one night years ago in the back alley of a bar when he was drunk and begging for it. Loudly. The man had been kind, and afterward, Georgie had run away in shame. So what are the odds that the same man from back then is now Georgie’s new boss at the trendy grocery store where he works mornings? Ry Archibald, newly minted produce manager is a fine figure of a man and remembers Georgie. However, they get off on the wrong foot mainly because of a coworker and his slutty ways. Harsh words are exchanged and Georgie retreats into his shell. Let the pretty people have their fun, is Georgie’s way of thinking. Who was he kidding, anyway? No one would look at him twice. But Ry is looking. And when Georgie hands in his two weeks’ notice, Ry pulls out all the stops so they can finally become friends. Maybe more.

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

“Move with me, baby,” I said as I sucked on his Adam’s apple, my hand jacking him like he had to come that very moment. I felt his hips stutter, the strength of his thrusts, and then he lost it.


“Uh,” was all he said as his eyes squeezed shut and wetness spilled over my fist.


“That’s the way,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck as his hands probably left bruises on my hips at the strength of his release.


“Jesus,” Ry murmured, heart beating fast against me.


I reached between us with my clean hand and pulled out my cock. “Watch me go, Ry.” I switched to my cum-covered fist to jack my dick for maybe thirty seconds, because, hot damn, it had been a long time since anyone had been close to me like this. And then I flew. Ry was right there with me, urging me on, whispering naughty promises for later, though it better only be half an hour.


Chapter 13