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Nick has a thing for Tyrone's friend, De'Andre. He's big and black, a polar opposite of Nick. Lily white Nick is trying to capture the attention of De'Andre. But just what will happen between the two if he does? When they meet at a party, sparks explode...but when its over who will have won?
Excerpt:
Because Tyrone was watching, I pushed De’Andre away. “Get off me,” I barked, though my whole body ached for his touch. He laughed, a deep, sensual sound I felt in my balls. I wanted to tear into him, rage against him, beat him, hit him, grasp him, clench him in my fists. I could imagine my hands, so white against his dark skin. I could see myself impaled upon him, wrapped in his arms and held down as he plowed into me with a timeless rhythm, like night into day. It was the music, I told myself, the smoke and the haze and the close bodies pressing all around that had me so riled.
Long after he disappeared into the crowd, I still felt his hand on the back of my neck, his arm around my shoulders and his body tight against mine. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t the music—it was him.
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