“He was talking to Leo, someone who had a way of helping all kinds of people. In the joint he’d been the go-to guy, the fixer. “Yeah, does he need a job? He has a look of innocence that would probably mean he’d turn a good buck working at Ricardo’s.” Leo licked his lips, gaze on the angel. “Looks like no one has ever touched him before, you know? Men will pay a lot for that kind of fantasy.” Matthew flushed, understanding that fantasy all too well. He also looked toward Dove, who was sitting on ...the park bench, blinking up at the sunshine, watching the pigeons being fed by an old lady and a kid. His angel was smiling... Matthew wanted to be embarrassed by him, how open and goofy he was, but it just made his heart ache to see him like that, tangled black hair, a little sexy stubble—which he was keeping for the moment since Matthew’s razor terrified him—and those tight jeans that gloved his sex like a loving hand. Fuck. E.T. had to call home soon so Matthew could get back to his regular life.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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