Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
The heat in my cheeks isn’t from embarrassment anymore, but arousal.
His gaze shifts to my lips. He looks like he wants to kiss me right now. Or shove his fully erect cock down my throat. I’d be fine either way.
“We’re gonna have to wait for this,” I say. “We have a fundraiser to talk about.”
“Fair point. Let’s get this out of the way so we can get on to more important things.”
“Deal.”
“Raymond told me they need ideas for the event they’re hosting. Flirt is letting them host that night. He wants a good money-maker idea. I told him we’d brainstorm.”
“That should be easy enough.”
Travis’s eyes narrow. “I think I have a fun way to approach this. For every good idea you think of, I remove an article of clothing. For every good idea I come up with, you do the same.”
“How do we know if it’s a good idea or not?”
“The person who’s removing their clothes has to agree.”
“It doesn’t sound like there are any losers in this game,” I say.
He grins as he rises to his feet. “Doesn’t that make it the best sort of game?”
He steps back and folds his arms, his gaze trailing off.
We both think for a few moments.
I reflect on fundraisers I helped Peter with.
“Drag shows are always popular,” I say. “Peter would sometimes convince the nonprofits he worked with to put on one when he wanted to make some quick cash.”
I wait for his approval.
He nods and grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the coffee table.
I take another sip of wine, enjoying the view.
“You gonna keep helping?” he asks. “Or just look?”
“I was going to stare for as long as I could get away with it.”
He flashes his teeth as he offers a crooked smile. Cocky, conceited…hot as hell.
His long, thick dick shifts steadily in those basketball shorts.
How is this supposed to help me brainstorm when all I want to do is yank them down and stick that hard-on in my mouth?
“Focus,” he instructs. “Otherwise, you won’t get to any of the good stuff.”
I force myself to think, but before an idea comes to me he says, “You know, drag shows are fairly specific. They make money, but for the people who aren’t into it, they don’t have a reason to show up.”
“Is that an attempt to get your shirt back on?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. But you know, I’ve been to a few fundraisers where they had guys strip for money. That always goes over well.”
I take off my shirt and set it next to his on the coffee table.
“Oh, you like that idea?” he asks.
“The more clothes that come off, the better. Everyone loves hot guys.”
This sparks an idea.
I hop to my feet. I’m about to grab my glass of wine off the coffee table, but I’m distracted as I try to think this through.
“What if we had a drag queen hosting this big gay strip-show? We get a bunch of guys together—hotties who’ll help us raise money. We can make it a competition. Like hottest ass or hottest whatever. They do like a little version of this at Burkhart’s occasionally, and it’s always a hit. But we could do it on a bigger scale? Between the two of us, we know some pretty hot guys. We could make a Facebook page, promote the shit out of it and get the guys to do the same on their pages. Hell, half of the people who show up will be there to see their buddies strip down.”
I’m getting all sorts of ideas of how we could coordinate this, but before I have a chance to take it further, Travis pushes me back. I go with him until soon my shoulder blades are pressed against his balcony doorframe, and he’s kissing me.
I’m pissed that he’s distracted me, but just for a moment, until I’m lost in those same explosive kisses that make everything else in the world insignificant.
I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his body.
As he pulls away, I find I’m out of breath, gasping for air, my body racing with adrenaline.
I look him over.
“Don’t you have to take off something now?” I ask.
“For that idea, you get it all.”
He kisses me again, pushing his firm body against mine, which feels a little tighter now that we’ve been hitting the gym together. I like to think he gets half as much pleasure out of it as I get out of his.
He yanks down his basketball shorts as I undo the button and fly on my shorts and push them down with my boxers.
He moves close, pressing his fully erect cock against my pelvis. Mine slides up the side of his leg. He kisses my neck, and I throw my head back, enjoying the hot sensations that pool through me and set my cheeks on fire.