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The Flower Shop Arrangement
By R. Cayden
An opposites-attract M/M romance, full of heart and heat, and set in a little flower shop with enough charm to overcome any scowl.
When I inherit a building from a grandpa I’ve never met, there’s only one plan: take the money and run.
Enter Nicholas, the florist with the little shop downstairs. I’m an awkward loner of a carpenter, a straight guy who is totally out of place in this unfamiliar city’s gay district. I don’t know what to do with Nicholas’s easy smile or his hopelessly romantic worldview, so I just ignore how it makes me feel when he says my name.
But as I start on some quick and needed renovations, friendly and talkative Nicholas keeps catching my attention, and my eye wanders where I’ve trained it not to go. The future of his business lies in my hands and what I do with this old, falling-down building. I can’t afford to think about him this way, but we make each other smile, and desires I’ve buried for years rise back to the surface with every loaded silence and moment caught alone together.
Nicholas doesn’t let me grunt and trudge away. He surprises me one night with a proposal. Turns out, Nicholas with the sweet little flower shop has some desires of his own, and we might be the perfect match. With love and romance off the table, we can focus all our attention on the bedroom until I sell the building and leave town, and no one needs to know about it.
No commitment is perfect for me. I’ve spent my entire life building walls.
But the second I get my hands on Nicholas, they all start tumbling down.
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I lean forward, kissing Clay again, faster this time. His dick is thick and hard in his jeans, and I have to fight the urge to pull him out and take him in my mouth.
I put my lips to his ear instead. “Do you want to touch my cock?” I ask.
He growls under his breath, affirming.
“Good,” I say and draw my hand gently up his bulge. “Your dick feels so good in my hand.”
Clay grabs my side, pulling me harder against him. “What about you?” he asks as we grind slow and steady together, falling back into our established rhythms. “What do you want, Nicholas?”
“What do you think of dirty talk?” I ask, panting under my breath.
The idea has always turned me on, but I’ve never had the right opportunity to try more than a few words here and there. My serious boyfriends have all been vanilla, and our sex never left much room for that kind of play.
Clay considers me. “It’s hot that you want that,” he says evenly, “but you know I’m not much of a talker.”
I whisper my fingers over his bulge. “But I am,” I answer.
He growls. “Talk dirty to me, Nicholas,” he says. “I want you to tell me every filthy word in your head.”
I laugh as pleasure rolls through me. Clay pulls me back into the kiss. We roll against each other, and he quickly gets back on top, groping my side and groaning as our tongues swirl.
His hand goes up my torso, possessive. As we make out, his grip goes lower, closer and closer to my crotch.
“My cock is already so hard for you,” I tell him, enjoying the words on my lips.
Clay ruts his erection against my thigh, his big body all over me. “Me, too,” he says.
“Clay,” I breathe. “I’m so stiff it hurts, and I’m not going to feel better until you touch it.”
His big hand brushes over my dick. Clay tenses, but quickly recovers. Kissing me again, he drags his palm up my erection, feeling my length.
“That’s right,” I encourage him. I press my hand against his bulge again, palming him harder. “Your dick is so heavy and thick,” I tell him, murmuring the words. “Drives me wild just thinking about you using it.”
Clay responds to the vocalization. He pulls his jeans open and pushes them down, freeing his hard dick from his boxers. His thick erection slaps against his hairy abs, precum glistening at his dark crown.
“Come here,” he says, grabbing at my jeans. “Your mouth is working me up.”
He yanks my pants down and grabs my dick in my briefs. Squeezing my shaft, Clay rubs his forehead against mine.
I pull my shirt off. “You like it when I talk about your dick?”
“Yes.” He explores me with his hand. “Nicholas with the sweet little flower shop. Never would have guessed you’re so filthy.”
I pull Clay’s shirt off, too. “I’m still sweet,” I tell him. I strip off my underwear with my pants and get on top of Clay, straddling him. We’re both naked, and my skin is hot and flushed as my dick leaks. “Sweet. And hard. And wet.”
About the Author:
R. Cayden writes steamy M/M romance and easy reads.
My novels feature characters learning about love, life, and sex through unconventional relationships. I’m usually reading and writing, but when not, I’m happily catching time with my husband at the lake, and maybe enjoying a game or two of pool.
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