He's at home on both sides of the plate.
Excerpt:
Sean Flannery
stood there with his back to the open doorway. Desire hit Bentley like a
wrecking ball to his gut. Blood rushed to his groin, short-circuiting his
central nervous system and robbing him of good sense. He couldn’t move. His
cock throbbed, demanding attention. He automatically fisted the heavy flesh,
seeking relief he had no right wanting.
He watched,
transfixed as Sean slicked his too-long black hair back from his face. Water
sluiced over his muscled back forming a wide river running along the deep
valley created by his shoulder blades. Bentley’s gaze followed the stream down,
down…down to the first baseman’s tight ass. He couldn’t look away, could only
stroke himself, imagining what it would be like to touch his perfect skin, to
slide his cock between those taut cheeks, to command and possess such a
glorious creature.
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