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

Threading his fingers through Randy’s hair, he deepened their kiss, walking them closer to the double bed. He pushed Randy down on the mattress and covered his body with his, trailing his mouth from those sweet glossy lips to the pulse at his throat.


Randy’s fingers were working at the buttons of Win’s shirt, but after a moment he huffed out an exasperated breath and started yanking, buttons popping off and flying everywhere. Then the material ripped. Win almost protested, but figured what the hell, he’d buy a new shirt.


Win wrenched the ruined shirt off his arms and tossed it to the left. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of Randy’s snug jeans, Win tugged until the snaps gave way. Randy’s hands joined his and together they scooted the jeans off. Randy had gone commando, so now his body was completely exposed to Win’s hungry gaze.


Chapter 8