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So! My story STUCK ON REWIND has been accepted by Breathless Press and we should start edits soon. Come meet my lovely Lance…
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Ashton grimaced, hoping for a clean towel when he slid open the shower door and noticed the overflowing hamper. Luckily, one remained on the shelf and he threw it over his shoulders. It looked like he’d have to do laundry before going to the club that night. He dried off, rubbing his hair with the towel as he opened the door.
“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 rise 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. If anything, Lance’s blush deepened as he faced the wall. Holy fuck! The scrap of plaid barely covered the perfect ass. If Lance bent even slightly…