Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

He let wet skin slide out from between his lips, “Why?” and immediately fell back on Jack’s cock, wrapping his lips around it as it twitched and strained over groin and belly. He didn’t slow his own stroke, instead taking an almost guilty amount of pleasure in the fact that he was letting his body rise as quickly and as boldly as it wanted to. And it wanted to—with every nerve ending and every single ounce of hormone in his body.


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