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by Cassie Stevens
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: The biggest day of David McKay's life threatens to implode when the custom-made suit he's ordered isn't delivered. No problem. For his important job interview, he'll just borrow the suit delivered to his best friend across the hall. After all, they borrowed things from each other all the time, and Max's suit looks great--a power suit. Yes, wearing this baby, David will definitely soar to the heights--in more ways than one. It's a big day for Max Westchester, too, one for which he's been training his whole life. With one phone call, the family legacy becomes his to bear, and along with it, the suit that will give him untold power to accomplish his role as superhero. It's a heavy responsibility, one he has always been told is his and his alone. So why is his best friend David wearing his special suit and flying around the city? One thing Max does know--the instant David gets home, the suit is coming off! The job of his dreams, the experience of his life...why shouldn't David take it a step farther and go after the man he loves, especially when Max is so anxious to get him undressed? [Genres: Gay / Fantasy /Superheroes]
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: July 2008
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [65 KB]
Reading time: 37-52 min.
His penis lifted as the man's name filtered through David's head. David laughed and gave it a rub. "Don't make me have to tie you down." The threat didn't help.
He did his best to ignore the menace while he shaved. Hard-ons were a way of life for a man, rising at the least provocation. He'd pretend it didn't exist and warned it not to show off during the interview.
Fifteen minutes later, he dashed the barest amount of Old Spice over his cheeks, reveling in the sting. He went with tried-and-true for aftershave since he'd never found any other brand he liked as well. And since he was also going for confidence, David didn't want to spend his time worrying that he reeked.
"Yep ... strong. Confident. And not bad to look at either."
Yeah ... don't get cocky, his conscience chided.
Again, he nodded to confirm he'd heard loud and clear, then hurried to dress. The suit called to him. It seemed like he barely reached for it and the hanger leaped into his hand. He placed it on the bed and pulled out underwear--another extravagance, slate blue silk boxers to match the suit. He was building his image from the skin up, projecting success. Act it. Be it. And he loved the feel of silk against his body.
Before he realized any time had passed, David stood before his dresser mirror. Everything he'd ever wanted to be reflected back. The suit clung to him like it was custom-made. No one would guess it wasn't his. He felt energized, ready to take on the world. All he ever wanted was his for the taking.
David smiled. "Damn. I am strong and confident."
He raked the comb through his hair one last time, snagged his portfolio of faux PR campaigns, and headed for the parking garage across the street. The world looked like a brighter place. He realized he was humming as he hurried along. The sun was shining, the air cool, the sky ... well, there wasn't much to do about the smog. He could really smell it today, but there were other scents mingled in there he hadn't noticed before: fresh coffee from the Starbucks a block away, bread baking at the Subway next to it, the floral tones of perfume from a woman walking down the other side of the street, someone cooking bacon. He heard things, too: laughter, tears, muted conversations, an argument, the screech of tires, sirens, gunshots.
David snapped his mind into place. His imagination was working overtime. He chalked that up to nerves. As he dug his car keys from his pocket, he realized he wasn't in the parking garage. He was standing at Global's entrance, the glass doors gleaming.
"What the..." A glance at his watch showed only five minutes had passed, yet here he was.
God, he'd spaced out on the drive over. His watch must be busted and he had no idea where he'd parked his car. Panic set in. If he'd missed this interview...
He pulled in a breath and walked through the doors. His gaze went to the huge clock behind the receptionist's desk. Okay, maybe his watch wasn't broken. It didn't make sense...
"Good afternoon," she said with a smile. "How may I help you today?"
"David McKay. I'm here for an interview." I'm here to start the rest of my life.
"Twelfth floor, Mr. McKay. They're expecting you." She handed him a visitor badge and waved toward the bank of elevators. Nice, shiny elevators that were taking him to his future. David felt it, knew it.
One hour later he was standing outside the Global building as a new employee. They'd even asked to keep his portfolio to review for some of their pending campaigns. He walked away from the entrance, smile growing larger with every step. And when he was certain he was out of sight of the receptionist, he pumped his fist in the air...
And shot skyward.