Page 1 of Party of Three

The Secret in Villa 6E

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Buckley Mitchell hurried into the tile foyer of his townhouse apartment, naked except for a pair of silky white boxer shorts.

The bell rang a second time.

Heart racing, he halted a few paces from the front door.

Turning fantasy into reality required patience, and patience had never been his strong suit. Buckley the Rocket, that was the nickname his parents had given him as soon as he could walk, inspired by his tendency to burst from the backseat of the family car and be halfway to his next adventure on little pumping legs before they could unbuckle their seat belts.

A deep breath later, he opened the front door halfway, revealing one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen. Even better, the guy’s big brown eyes searched Buckley’s nearly nude body with instant and obvious hunger. Six feet tall, with smooth brown skin and medium-length wavy black hair, his visitor’s muscular torso bulged beneath a snug green polo shirt that bore the emblem of some messenger service on the lapel.

“You Buckley Mitchell?”

“Yes, sir.”

He raised a manila envelope and clipboard in one hand. “Got something here for you. Gonna need a signature.”

“Sure. I’m not really dressed though…”

“I can wait.”

“No, come in a sec. I’m more worried about the neighbors than you, handsome.”

Wearing a conspiratorial grin, the man handed over the props and stepped inside, shutting the front door gently behind him. Buckley set the envelope and clipboard on the console table, then searched fruitlessly for a pen he knew wasn’t there, sticking his ass out behind him in subtle invitation.

“Here you go.” Mouth at his ear, the guy raised a ballpoint pen in front of Buckley’s nose. There was barely an inch of space between his chest and Buckley’s bare back. “You live alone?”

“My boyfriend’s at work,” he lied, filling in the signature blank with a quick scrawl.

“That’s reckless. If you were mine, I’d keep you under lock and key. Especially if you always come to the door like this. All naked and…” He ran a finger up the small of Buckley’s back, a brief, teasing tickle that ended as soon as it began. “Irresistible.”

“I’m not naked.”

“You could be. Real quick.”

He snapped the waistband of Buckley’s boxers against his hip, then kissed the back of his neck, sending warm rivers of pleasure down his spine that melted his thighs. In a tone that was suddenly all business again, despite the fact that he’d just put his lips on a guy who was supposed to be off limits, he added, “Sender wants you to open that in my presence. Gotta confirm receipt.”

Buckley tore at the envelope and removed a single sheet of paper. The message on it was simple.

I WOULD LIKE YOU TO FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR.

It was followed by empty check boxes foryesandno.

Feigning surprise, Buckley spun to face his would-be seducer. The tips of their noses were almost touching. The man’s breath brushed Buckley’s lips.

The hungry stud raised one eyebrow, slowly running a finger up the center of Buckley’s bare torso, circling one nipple before gently pinching it between thumb and forefinger and giving it a delicious little tug.

While he made a show of chewing his bottom lip, as if he was debating the proposition, as if good sense and fidelity were fighting a losing battle against primal lust, the swelling head of Buckley’s cock appeared through the folds in the front of his boxers. The sight made his delivery man growl under his breath.

The truth was, Buckley knew exactly what he was going to do with this man.

Because his boyfriend wasn’t at work.

He was right here.

Mateo Cano, the love of Buckley’s life, hadn’t worked as a delivery guy in years, but it was during that time, right after high school and before he’d joined the Marines, that he’d developed the fantasy Buckley was helping him realize today—a furtive fuck with a flirty, off-limits customer. Technically, Sundays were their official role-play day, and today was Thursday afternoon. But Mateo’s birthday was in twenty-four hours, so Buckley was more than willing to make an exception.

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