Frank was never supposed to see me like this?older, desperate, watching him through the glass of his office. So much younger than me, yet he's my boss, untouchable, married, straight. Until now.
The door slides open. His voice is low and dangerous: "Jed."
I freeze. There's no anger in his eyes?only hunger.
"I saw you," he says, stepping closer. The air between us becomes difficult to breathe. "And now I want to know why."
My pulse roars. This isn't about punishment. It's something darker, something neither of us should want but do anyway.
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you imagined," he whispers. "And maybe I'll let you live it."
I should run. But the way he looks at me?as if I'm finally worth something?makes me stay.
This isn't discipline.
It's how much I want him.
Autorentext
Steamy MM stories, baby! Michael Levi can't go a day without sitting down and putting into words all the dirty scenes that sprout in his mind. His collection is diverse, but it's gay love only. You won't find anything else on his author page. And if you are looking for something free, check his mailing list. Warning: it can be extra spicy.
When he isn't writing, he's chilling out by the lake close to his house. Nothing better than kicking back with a martini in his hand as he dreams if he'll ever find the man he wants.