Sinders and Ash by Lain Tara

Author:Lain, Tara [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Gay Romance
ISBN: 9781634762663
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2015-10-14T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

DRAGGIN’ AGAIN. The number of steps to Mark’s room definitely had multiplied since he’d floated down them nine hours ago. And he was pretty sure his bed wasn’t going to look nearly as good as it had when he slipped out of the room. He’d stood in the doorway and watched Ash sleep for minutes, just enjoying the rise and fall of that sculpted chest. Wow. Who would have ever thought? Who would have thought Ashton Armitage would be sleeping like a baby, naked and beautiful, in Mark’s bed? Who would have thought sex could be that incredible? Who would have thought Mark would let himself get his heart broken? What an idiot. Who’d have thought?

He pushed the door open. What the heck? A huge box sat on his bed. And on his pillow lay a note. He closed the door behind him and went straight for the note.

Dear Mark—I never knew. Love, Ash

He couldn’t make his eyes leave that one word. Love. It was a casual, idle word people threw around all the time. But they didn’t throw it to Mark. Love. Yep, heartbreak city.

He tucked the note under his pillow. Sweet dreams. What about the box? He opened it and pulled back some tissue paper. Holy crap! Yards and yards and yards of the most exquisite white charmeuse. Like the crème brûlée he and Ash had shared at dinner had been translated into fabric. A note lay on top of the silk.

Mark, my boy, start sewing. The ball is three days away. Carstairs

The ball. Everyone had been talking about it when he went back into work this afternoon. The biggest event of the season. A true grand ball. The women were freaking out to have received such short notice. Apparently some guest had requested it and was footing a big chunk of the bill, so the hotel was knocking itself out to comply. Probably that Middle Eastern potentate. He loved to throw big parties.

Mark sat on the bed, stroking the fabric gently. Couldn’t let his calluses catch on the silk. Oh God, yes. He could see it—a collar to the chin above a slit to the waist. Cut on the bias so it would cling in all the right places. He’d have to find a way to tuck his cock in for this one. Maybe Mr. P. would want a real woman to wear this dress? They could bring someone in from the city. Oh, but then he wouldn’t get to see the ball with all the gorgeous gowns. No, he definitely wanted to go. Maybe Ash would even save a dance for him.

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