After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he’s given a chance to get back on his feet, he’s happy to take it -- even if it's just writing an actor's biography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it's something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.<br><br>That doesn't mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker's Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived.

The Chase and the Catch

Parker traced the front band of John’s underwear with a single fingertip. “Take them off,” he said slowly, over accentuating as if explaining to someone very simple. “Lift yourself up, pull the fabric down, pull one leg through, and then follow it with the next leg.” He twisted his lips, locked up their gazes, and finished in what was likely to be the sexiest voice that John would ever hear, with that same slow, specific tempo. “Then lean over me and fuck my mouth.”


A million words—spoken, written, researched, and edited—and the best John could find was a mono-syllabic two-lettered filler. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the closest wall.


When he made no move to start, however, Parker hooked the front of John’s briefs with one finger and pulled until John moved with it. “There we go.”


Chapter 39