It wasn’t stalking.

Lane just did his best to make sure he was at the right place at the right time to watch the sexy, tattooed hunk get his coffee in the afternoon. The tattooed hunk who had to be straight, no matter how badly Lane wanted to imagine otherwise.

He’d somehow collected a stalker.

Wilder wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do about the admirer he’d picked up on his afternoon lunch break. When he overheard two men talking about him, he should have ignored them or found a way to let the sweet, shy guy know he wasn’t interested—because Wilder was straight, wasn’t he?

When one guy isn’t as shy as he seems and the other isn’t quite as straight as he thinks, they just might be able to make it work.



59k Words
Story Contains: M/m sexual content, BDSM elements, gender-fluid dressing, and spanking