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491 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 15, 2023
“I love you, Frank,” Ezra whispered straight into his ear.
“I love you too. I love you so much. You’re my treasure.”
Frank chuckled, closing his eyes, but when Ezra’s breath steadied after a while, he opened them again to take in the treasure in his arms. Ezra didn’t know it yet, but after tonight, all bets were off. Frank would fight to keep him.
This man was the most precious person he’d ever met, and he’d bend over backwards to make him happy.
He stroked the perfect black waves of hair, elated and lightheaded as if he’d drank a whole bottle of vodka, not a couple of shots. “Baby… I’ve got you. And scars aren’t ugly. They’re just scars. Just today I was thinking about how beautiful you are, how much I miss touching you, how happy it makes me to take care of you.”
“He’d finally met someone who he could trust not only with his body but also with his soul, and it made the noise in his head fall silent.”
Frank still couldn’t believe Ezra was his, even though he’d been waking up with him in his arms for weeks now. Despite everything Frank had told him about his past, Ezra chose to trust him. He’d chosen Frank over LA, over making sugar baby money, and over any other hot guy who would gladly make Ezra his by giving him an expensive car and a palatial home.
His lips were a drug, and Frank wasn’t looking forward to the detox, so he’d gorge on them one last time.
“I’m like my junkyard. Rough around the edges, but full of surprises and hidden gems.”
Relationships were not for him, but when Frank was with Ezra, he allowed himself to pretend that he was, in fact, just a guy who owned a legitimate business and had nothing to hide.
“I—love you. Of course I want this too.”
Frank exhaled. So he had been nervous! How adorable.
“Oh, thank fuck. For a moment there I worried I shot myself in the foot.”
Unbelievable.
“Frank. You did know I planned to bag myself a high-value husband. I just didn’t think I’d succeed so fast,” Ezra muttered,
“And you’re allowed to show me?” he asked.
Jag shrugged. “Of course. You’re his mate. What’s his, is yours.”
Ezra choked on words as his brain filled with cotton candy that definitely shouldn’t taste so sweet. “He said that?”
Jag cocked his head. “He doesn’t need to. It’s obvious.
“Sure, baby, just make a list,” Frank said and kissed the side of his head. “I’d take you with us, but I don’t feel it’s safe.”
Ezra stalled, because he wasn’t anyone’s baby. Or was he? His mind said no, but when he met Frank’s dark, intense eyes, his body said that yes, he definitely was.
“You are the value, not what you do for me.”