Chapter 2

Whiz kid,Grant thought as he sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic. That’s what the media had called him when he was only seventeen years old. He’d started out early in life, determined to be a millionaire by the time he was twenty. When he had that million, and more besides, he began to travel until Shayde, his older sister, contacted him to come home and help her run her club, Rouge. He didn’t really mind, because by that time he had traveled extensively and had gained a kind of sophistication that had become a natural part of his makeup. He had a depth and smoothness that was not usually seen in men of his age. It made the younger men want to be like him and the women want to marry him. But love didn’t come that easily to Grant. He had just come out of a failed relationship and was still hurting from it when Shayde hired this Paris guy and set Grant’s libido to spinning. Although he wanted to take his time to find that one special person, his body had needs that cried out night after night.

He had hoped that this Paris kid could step in and put out the flames.

Now, speeding down the street to do an errand for his sister, he was alone with a light-studded city at his feet, a gorgeous apartment full of memories, and money in the bank. He’d tried to find someone to fill his empty hours, but it wasn’t easy. Maybe he was too choosy. Maybe the individual he had in mind didn’t exist. He didn’t want a fling or a one-night stand. He wanted a mate. An intelligent human being who could carry on a conversation that could make him think. Someone who had opinions, likes, and dislikes. He wanted a lover in his bed at night, not just a body. He wanted someone who was as driven as he was.

He might as well be wishing for the moon.

With a sigh, he sat back, turned the radio on, and while searching through the stations, suddenly heard something that got his attention.

“Like beautiful men and boys?”the enigmatic voice said. “Want to enjoy them in private without anyone knowing your business? Let The Gay Blade give you the hot passionate release you’ve been searching for. We are a gay-owned service specializing in discreet phone sex fantasies. Please listen to this demonstration of what we can do, keeping in mind that no names are ever exchanged, in an effort to protect the guilty.”

Suddenly he heard a rich, husky voice speaking seductively.

“I’m inside you, baby,”the actor hissed. “My cock is hard. Oh, God, so hard. And I’m plunging it in and out of your ass. Can you feel it? It’s rubbing you, baby. Going in and out, fucking you so hard you can feel yourself about to come.”

As Grant listened, he became hard. The voice was sexy and smooth, and he could almost imagine a cock in his ass and hot breath in his ear.

“I’m coming! Oh, God, I’m almost there!”the actor said, the tone of his voice becoming urgent. “Faster and faster until…ohhh, God, just one more push. Can you feel it, baby? I’m inside you fucking you so hard. We’re together, rolling, bucking while I go in and out, still fucking you. Yes. Oh, God, yes!”the actor said with a guttural voice. “I can feel it. I’m com…”

“Damn!” Grant growled when the announcer came back.

“Call now, 1-800-GAY-STUD, and you will be the one on the other end talking to a trained professional who will lead you into the hottest, most exciting experience you’ve ever…”

Grant clicked it off. Phone sex. Hell, that might be good enough for some men, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He needed a hard ass beneath him. A phone was cold in his hand. He needed to feel hot breath blowing on his neck, a warm body bucking beneath him, and a passionate cry in a moment of pleasure. He wanted to hear moans and whimpers coming from his partner as he plunged into his ass, sometimes all through the night.

And then he was there, pulling up to the Ticketmaster when he thought of the guy at Rouge. He might be a cocky, conceited smart-ass, but Grant wanted him. 2

Paris Clayton was born to hustle. He had dark, wavy hair, a swarthy complexion, and little-boy dimples. Since he was an actor, he kept his teeth perfect. They sparkled when he smiled, and he smiled a lot—in case someone was watching—someone in the entertainment world. He had walked the streets of Jersey City for almost eighteen years and then decided if he wanted to be in show business, he had to go where it was all happening—New York. The city was hoppin’, and it was only his first stop. He had plans to go from here to Hollywood, so he threw everything he had into one bag and thumbed his way to New York. It was a whole new world to him. He scoured Varietyfor acting jobs and got a few. He learned quickly that it wasn’t always a good performance that got him the job. Often his auditions began and ended in some producer’s bed. It got him started in a world where he had to be tough or turn around and go home. He was a phone actor at present, but he had hopes and dreams the size of a mountain. Tonight he had plans and asked to get off early.