Two weeks until release! And the cover reveal is this weekend. Eeeek! I can’t wait that long, so here’s a little taste of how Bree likes her coffee.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered into the bedroom, and a salty breeze fluttered the curtains. Cool cotton caressed Wyatt’s skin as he stretched and closed his eyes. Weird dreams had plagued his sleep, a collection of random images and sensations that made little sense. Only one clear picture lingered—Bree gasping under him, her breasts bouncing while he pounded her, and her long hair fanned across the rug. Odd. She’d taken her wig off during her striptease.

A cold, wet nose touched his ribs and an enthusiastic tail pounded the bedside.

“Is she here?”

Spencer barked soundlessly and ran to the living room. Wyatt sat up and snapped his processors on. He found his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, but his jeans eluded him. An insistent knock rattled the front door.

“I’m coming!” He tossed the bedsheets aside, checked the hamper, then circled the room again. “Where are my damn pants?”

“Wyatt, are you up?” Bree’s voice carried over her ceaseless knocking.

Yes, I am. His cock hardened, stretching toward his navel as he pulled his t-shirt down over his balls. “Hold on!”

Spencer ran back into the bedroom and nudged Wyatt toward the front door.

“I know. I’m getting there.” The crisp morning air fondled his exposed butt as he flipped the deadbolts and yanked the door open.

Bree’s lips made a little O as her gaze traveled down his chest to the well-defined bulge under his tightly stretched t-shirt. “Well, hello there. I’m glad someone’s happy to see me.”

“I’m not thrilled, especially after the way you left yesterday.” Wyatt’s heart pounded, sending blood rushing to the spot that really didn’t need any more. He tugged the shirt down farther as he stepped back to let her in. “Oh, you mean that thing. I need coffee.” He scurried to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest mug he could find. “Want some?” His shirt sprang up when he released it to pour the coffee, exposing his semi-hard cock.

“Of that? Wrapped up in a Christmas bow, yes sir.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “I give up.” She’s already seen me naked. He handed her the mug then reached up to pull another one from the cabinet, letting her ogle his ass while he did so.

A deep sigh escaped her. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you serving me coffee with your stir stick on display?”

“I always get dressed shirt first. Why be normal?” The carefree lie took hold and he leaned back against the counter to drink his coffee, fully aware of Bree licking her lips while his shirt rode up his abs.

“Different is good.”

Coming April 25th!

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