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“He wants you to decorate his house?” Asher had asked

I’d nodded, slinging ht not want it, but he ad fun to shake the blues away This is our household offering to an ailing neighbor”

Holden had fixed me with a dubious once-over as he’d fussed with the buttons on the Tudor-period doublet he ith breeches for the Shakespearean fall festival in the park “Don’t take this the wrong way, Chet, but I have a feeling Mr McSwoony is pulling one over on you There’s a good chance you’ll tell hi for cover when his son tries to wrap you in silly string”

“If he does, call us We’ll rescue you,” Asher offered

I’d chuckled, lowering my face when I felt a telltale heat bloom across my cheeks “That won’t be necessary”

Holden and Ash shared a look “Oh, no”

“What?”

Asher sighed “You have a crush on Mr McSwoony”

“What? No Don’t be silly He’s our injured neighbor”

“Our straight, injured neighbor,” Ash had corrected

Right

I’d smiled and raced out the door It was infinitely , “He kissed me!”

See, I’d already decided not to share that tasty tidbit There was no point It was a one-tiain Odd circu tales about forced-proximity dalliances

You know, the “no roorown men share a full-sized bed at an over-booked hotel and find the they know, they’re naked, and the ht as an arrow is on all fours, jacking his cock, and begging his lover to fuck him like he means it

Confession…naughty romances were my secret pleasure I allowedwith y I hadn’t had a live boyfriend in a while, and I wasn’t asha erotica before…you know, ht

Except it had this past week, and it was Sa a darn pervert