The new ER doctor is smoking hot, and the exotic African American paramedic can’t keep his eyes off of him. Tricky relationships and subterfuge at a Phoenix sex club almost drive a permanent wedge between the two, but a bombing at City Hall changes the endgame.
Paramedic Terrence Samuels loves a good time, especially at Phoenix’s top sex club for the GLBT crowd—Sinsation. The young African-American stunner with model good looks is very popular with many of the men at the club. One in particular seems to want more than Terrence would like to give, and is getting extra pushy. But when the sexy ER doctor takes care of Terrence after an injury whilst out on a call, he wonders if it’s time to get out of the club scene.
Ever since his long-time partner died, ER doctor Jackson Reed has been content to live alone with his cat. At thirty-eight, he thinks he has had his chance at love already. He likes to keep to himself at work, but his classic movie-star looks attract the wrong type of attention from a feisty female co-worker. When he blurts out that he’s gay to fend her off, she takes the rejection badly, and now he’s the focus of plenty of salacious hospital gossip.
It takes a lot of convincing from Terrence just to get Jackson to go out for a drink. Once they get together though, the chemistry is so strong that Jackson is ready to take the next step with his exotic date. But will Terrence be able to resist hooking up with multiple partners at Sinsation? And can Jackson trust that his younger stud won’t break his heart? Ultimately, it might be the bomb threats against the City of Mesa that tears them apart forever.
Lounging in his king-sized bed, Jackson was enjoying his second day off in a row—the first time that had happened for a long while. He kept replaying the luscious kisses he‘d shared with Terrence the night before. It had taken all of his strength to keep from allowing their make-out session to escalate to the next level. The touching and closeness, even Terrence’s smell, all of it remained with him long after his date had left.
And it was a date. He was dating again, and it was okay. He had always known that Walter would have wanted him to move on, but he hadn’t been ready. Ever since Terrence had come over to him in the cafeteria, though, he’d been moving closer and closer to the idea of sharing his life again with another man.
Something prodded the back of his mind..
Sinsation. I wonder what that place is really all about?
He should just let it go. Not worry about it. Terrence had promised he was done with that lifestyle, so what difference did it make what the club was like? He threw the black down comforter back and sat up, clad only in his black silk pyjama bottoms. The built-in electric fireplace had kept the room at a comfortable temperature, but he threw on his top and smoking jacket since the rest of the house wouldn’t be heated right away. He checked the hall, and his paper, the Arizona Republic, was there. He picked it up, heated water in the kettle, then added it to the French press already filled with his favourite espresso roast. He then poured some cream and stirred it in.
He sat at the small modern breakfast table in the kitchen with his coffee and paper. In a few minutes after he’d skimmed to see what articles caught his eye, he would get up and toast a bagel, add some cream cheese and a slice of tomato, and get down to some serious reading.
Idly flipping through the Republic, he got to the entertainment section. He choked on his coffee as soon as he saw it—an ad for a live BDSM sex show at ‘Phoenix’s premiere adult entertainment centre, Sinsation’. The show began at eight o’clock and was starring two of the gay porn industry’s hottest stars. They had laughable names, and he shoved the paper away from him. He crossed his arms in front of him, frowning. He could feel anger and…disgust. That was what Terrence had been afraid of when he’d confessed to going to the club. Participating in sex as a sport. With strangers, people watching—it was too much for him to handle. Maybe they really were too different to be together.
But it hadn’t felt like that the night before. Or the other night in the restaurant lounge. Or their first night at the jazz bar. As much as Terrence had told him that he thought Jackson was the classy one—the compassionate nice one—Terrence had exuded nothing but class and goodness. He had shown such real concern for Reggie, the beating victim. He knew Terrence was genuine.
Jackson rubbed his forehead. It was too early in the morning for all of this. He would finish his coffee and go do some errands. Mr Nibbles rubbed against his leg, purring. Right, he had to get cat food, and he was low on groceries and cleaning products. He really should mop the kitchen floor as well, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to scrub the Jacuzzi tub either. Plus there was that article in the medical journal he subscribed to online about a new antibiotic on the market. Oh, and calling his parents was a good idea too.
Who am I kidding? Terrence and this stupid club is all I’m going to be thinking about all day.
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