Lance fidgets on the couch, crosses his legs, straightens his fishnet stockings. Smoothing the skirt that only reaches mid-thigh, he wonders if he should have worn something longer today. He’s supposed to say something about himself but he’s not sure what to talk about.
The door opens and he makes a conscious effort not to chew his lips while his guests sit down. Funny, he dances for a roomful of randy men at the club with less nervousness than he’s feeling right now. He clears his throat…
Hi! I’m Lance, Ashton’s best friend and recent boyfriend. Took the guy long enough to ask me out, let me tell you. I’ve known him forever, since high school, and loved him for as long. But Ashton never seemed interested in being anything other than friends. I was near despair until Trey came up with the dangerous, though slightly fun and naughty idea, of making him jealous.
Please don’t think I have a habit of making my boyfriends jealous. I only tried it with Ashton as a last resort. I’m nuts about the guy! But so afraid he’d never see me. Trey took care of that, practically seducing me on stage in front of everyone. If we hadn’t planned it out, I might have taken him seriously and taken him up on his tempting offer. Shit, it was hot!
But if Ashton is willing, my flirting days are over. It’s only him and me, if he agrees. But gosh I’m nervous! What if he decides he just wants to be friends after all? My stomach hurts at the thought. Well, all I can do is ask. Do you think this outfit it sexy enough? I wore his favorite stockings and… Well, you don’t need to know what’s under this skirt! That’s for Ashton to find out, if he says yes. Wish me luck! Oh, and thanks for stopping by.
Can Ashton let go of his jealousy and be the friend and lover that Lance needs?
Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.
After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?
“Lance, do you need a ride…” He blinked at his friend from under the edge of the damp towel, mouth going dry as the black fishnet stocking slowly rose up a white calf, over the knee, and stopped midway on a sculpted thigh. Shit, that was hot.
Lance chuckled, and Ashton’s gaze shot to his face. His friend winked a mascaraed lash, basking in the attention he craved. Straightening, foot on the chair, he showed a dangerous amount of white skin between the lace-ruffled stocking and the strip of a skirt he wore.
“Like? They’re new,” he asked, playing coy.
“You’re going to drive the boys wild tonight. Let me see.”
Lance lowered his foot and faced Ashton and suddenly bit his lip. A pretty blush tinged his cheeks under Ashton’s stare, and Ashton’s heart skipped a little. Small wonder men fell on their knees for his best friend. The black fishnet showed his lovely legs to perfection, a delicious bulge pushed against the front of the tiny skirt, and miles of creamy skin rose from a slim waist to pale nipples and a sweet, flawless face. The black lace bowtie on the slim column of his throat was a sin in itself.
“Turn around,” Ashton demanded, unable to keep the huskiness out of his voice.
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After growing up in California and spending the first ten years of marriage in Colorado, Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
Dianne is the author of m/m erotic romances, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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