Engelbert Trentworthy -- dear God, call him Trent -- is a bit of a slut. Most people don’t take him seriously, and really, neither does he. Trent keeps things simple and doesn’t allow others to get close for reasons he never shares with anyone. Then he meets photographer Elias Lane at the customer service desk where he works.<br><br>Elias is captivated by Trent’s appearance and asks him to be part of a photo shoot. Unfortunately, Trent’s image ends up in a shop window near his job and causes all kinds of havoc. To make it up to him, Elias buys Trent dinner. But when Elias tries to push for more, Trent backs away.<br><br>Somehow, between the coworker who’s harassing Trent for sex and the specter of Trent’s black past, Elias is determined to get Trent to give him a chance, in every possible way.

Paint It, Black

Jelly-boned as I was, I still wanted to get as close to him as possible, and climbed his body like a jungle gym. We made out like fools desperate for each other and my mouth was very sore, but I didn’t care. This went beyond sex and friendship and I could admit to myself, finally, that I wanted more of it.


“Let me fuck you,” Elias murmured against my lips before he sucked my tongue. My toes curled, I swear it. He squeezed my ass as I clamped my legs around his waist. “God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you like this. I don’t want to push, but you seem to be—”


I cut him off with a tongue-fucking that had him mewling and groaning and carrying me into the house toward his bedroom, I hoped and prayed. I ended up on the bed, feeling a little wicked wearing a shirt and nothing else since my shorts and underwear had disappeared somewhere.


Chapter 15