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

“Oh?” Jack rested his hands on Mason’s hips and drifted them slowly up the front of Mason’s shirt. “You weren’t looking in the right spots then.” His fingertips found Mason’s top button, he stepped close enough that Mason could feel his body from shoulders to thighs, and he began to undo Mason’s shirt.


“See that? Right there?” He pressed the cotton aside after two of the buttons had been unfastened and trailed his fingers over the uncovered V of Mason’s chest. “That’s very fucking tasty.”


Chapter 25