A man wearing nothing but small black briefs, lying on beige carpeting, arches his back and lifts his hips upwards slowly and sensuously into the touch of a second man’s hands.
This guy is perfection, I want that smooth taut stomach under my hands. But I know not to touch him. Were-foxes aren’t the easiest kind to get into bed with; they’re tricky and won’t be pinned down by anyone until they’ve met their match. And I’m not the smartest guy around, not a Were either… but if I could just get my hands on this guy. I’d make it so he’d never want to get out from under me.
Come on author, help this guy catch a wily fox 😉
Genre: contemporary, paranormal
Tags: acts of kindness, blue collar, gardener, implied psychic ability, shifters, slow burn
Word Count: 7,995
EVENT: Love’s Landscapes