When Sean's air-conditioning suddenly dies in the middle of the broiling summer, it's the building's hunky superintendent, Dillon O’Leary, who comes to the rescue in this quirky comic tale.<br><br>Dillon soon gets Sean up and running again, in more ways than one. As the temperature in Sean’s apartment falls, the heat between the two men rises. However, Dillon unexpectedly pulls away and leaves. Sean’s air conditioning may be fixed, but his heart is broken.<br><br>Weeks later, temperatures once again soar as things heat up on the secluded rooftop of Sean’s building. Will Dillon fix things with Sean or will their obvious attraction for each other remain as cool as the air coming from Sean’s window unit?

Hot Time, Summer in the City

“You better sit down,” I said, fairly drooling at the sight of it and him. “All your blood seems to have left for your midsection.”


He laughed. “Well, I am suddenly feeling light-headed.”


I pointed at his crowbar of a cock. “Told you so.”


He sat down next to me and handed the bottle of lotion back my way. “Care to do the honors?”


The bottle shook in my hand. Two of us were now light-headed. “With pleasure.” And there again was one of those gross understatements.


It was his turn to lie down as I hopped up. I was naked in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. And speaking of tails, I was eyeing his in both wonder and awe. His ass, after all, was stunning, two mounds of ginger-fuzzed perfection. I moaned at the sight of it as I quickly readministered my own healthy dose of suntan lotion before I had my way with him—and before the sun had its way with me.


Chapter 6