It's 1953, and the golden age of Hollywood musicals. Paul Dunham couldn't be hotter on the dancefloor or the silver screen. Hoping to capitalize on Paul's popularity, the studio pairs him with up-and-comer Jack Wells.<br><br>On the marquee, it's a match made in heaven, but for Paul, it's a personal hell. He hates Jack's newfangled acting style, and he hates Jack's blue eyes, and he especially hates the fact that Jack is one of the most talented dancers he has ever met.<br><br>Jack, however, doesn't hate Paul. In fact, everything Paul does fascinates him. After their first meeting, Jack is determined to win Paul over, and he won't back down until Paul admits the two of them are perfect partners ... in every way.

Sticks and Stones

Jack cupped the back of Paul’s head, slanting in for another kiss. It felt like he was trembling, but otherwise, he remained still, letting Paul choose when to move, when to stroke. He tensed when Paul slid his nail across the slit, even his chest going still as he held his breath. Paul nipped at his lower lip until he exhaled, and the shuddering heat across his cheeks made his mouth water all over again.


“What do you want?” Paul said against Jack’s mouth, his tongue darting between Jack’s lips. “Tell me.”


The hands at his back smoothed down to cup his ass and squeeze. “Whatever I can get.” He smiled into the kiss. “Don’t suppose you’ll let me fuck you?”


Paul opened his mouth to say no, but somehow that came out as, “Not in here.”


Chapter 45