The air in my study was moist, thanks to the humidifier, and my skin was slick. All I wore was a flimsy pair of cut-off gray sweatpants, and after completing my nightly workout of squats, push-ups and stretches I collapsed onto the overstuffed blue sofa I’d purchased from a local antique store. I’d never been one for shopping, but lately I’d needed to keep busy when I wasn’t at work. The original plan had been for Gray to handle most of that stuff. But for the last few weeks I’d kept him away from the apartment, hoping the attraction I felt for him would die down. It hadn’t worked. In fact, his absence was only making things harder, in more ways than one.
“Damn it.” I moaned, reached into my shorts and squeezed my c**k. People thought all men were horny twenty-four seven, jerking off when
