Three years ago, Winston Abernathy did something completely out of character -- he had a one-night stand with a gorgeous dancer. But the next day, the dancer left for New York to try to make it big on Broadway, and Win went back to dating men who were like himself -- boring, bland paralegals.<br><br>Now that dancer, Randy Lincoln, is back in Los Angeles. That amazing night with Randy has fueled Win's fantasies for the past three years, yet he doesn't believe a man like Randy would be interested in someone like him. Much to his surprise, Randy wants to see him, and for longer than one night. Maybe this time they can have a chance for a relationship.<br><br>But when Randy gets an opportunity to dance in a Las Vegas show, Win wonders if he'll have to let Randy go for good.

Maybe This Time

Win reddened. “Yes, that’s right.”


Randy grinned and stepped closer, so close that Win was backed against the wall. “You wore glasses then.”


“Nice. I like to see your eyes. You were really good with your…hands.” He dropped his gaze to Win’s big, long-fingered hands twisted in a grip in front of him. “And other parts, too.”


“Ha, you didn’t even remember me.”


“True,” Randy acknowledged. “But I definitely remember now. Those hands, those lips, that big beautiful cock pounding into me.”


“Jesus!” Win shook his head. “Our grandmothers are in the kitchen.”


He smiled. “All right, I’ll behave. For now. I was sorry I had to leave in the morning though. I really liked you.”


Win straightened from the wall. “You mind giving me my personal space back?”


“Sure, sure.” Randy did scoot back from him. The more he remembered about Win, and saw of him now, though, the more he liked. Living with his grandma might not be so bad after all.


Chapter 3