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A Virtual Kiss
E.D. Parr
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Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.
Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.
Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.
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“Hi,
babe. It’s great to see you.” The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.
Nate’s
entire body went into meltdown. The kiss was so real he grabbed the VR man and
pulled him close, crushing against him.
The
man returned the kiss but gradually drew away. He held Nate’s hand and brought
him to a table outside the café. “Let’s get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look
tired.” He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nate’s cheek.
Surprised
at the comforting gesture, Nate closed his eyes for a second to soak up the
touch. He opened them and gazed at his VR boyfriend. “I’d like to hear about
your day. I’m not hungry, coffee’s fine.” What
will I call him? Does he have a name or do I just assign him one? Hell, he is
gorgeous.
A
server brought coffee. “How lovely to see you again, Jason, and you’ve brought
Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?”
Nate
blinked under the beaming smile from her. How
does it know my name? Must read the credit card or Cory keys it in when he sets
the room going.
She
placed their cups on the table.
Jason. Nate smiled at his VR man. Yeah. I like that—a mythical name for an
unreal guy.
Jason
locked his gaze with Nate’s. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the
cobalt eyes.
Nate’s
stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his
boyfriend’s expression. Comfort, warmth, and gratitude mixed with the urgent
need to kiss Jason again. He looked down at the table, unsure how to go on.
Jason
stood and pulled his chair along next to Nate’s. He sat and slipped an arm
around Nate’s shoulders. “Hey.” Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. “Kiss
me.”
Nate
looked into the blue eyes.
Jason’s
lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nate’s in a soft press then lingered,
dotting little kisses on Nate’s parted lips, before slipping his palm around
Nate’s head and deepening the kiss.
Overwhelmed
with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. “I have to
get back to work.”
Jason
stood, too. He made a grab for Nate’s hand. “What, tonight? That’s unusual.
Will I see you tomorrow?”
Nate
stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jason’s voice held
need and worry.
“Yes, of course. I better go now.” Unable to resist, he hugged
Jason close. It was just as if he held a real man to his body. He soaked up the
feel, let go of Jason, and strode to the wall where the door to the room had
been. The VR scene provided a row of shops along the wall. As the dreamlike
quality of the experience remained, Nate sighed and tried every one of the
handles on the doors, until one swung inward and he charged out of it into the
corridor. His credit card popped up from the device slot. Nate snatched it. He
put it into his wallet as he walked the length of the corridor.
Cory
drank coffee from a paper cup at his desk. He gave Nate a wave. “See you
again.”
Nate
passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young
woman’s desk at the entrance.
He
called, “Good night,” walking quickly by her, and wove through the tables and
computer desks until he pushed open the glass door and stepped into the evening
air.
Nate
froze in the cool breeze. He breathed deep. This was real. The café building
behind him was cream brick, chrome, and dappled glass, the bank over the street
serious gray stone blocks with an ATM inserted along one wall. Nate stalked
along the sidewalk glad of the traffic nearby, happy with the occasional blast
of carbon monoxide until he reached the entrance to the subway. He went down to
the platform.
On
the train home, he gazed ahead as he hung from a ceiling strap surrounded by
late commuters. It’s as if I’ve been with
a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish
he was real. Should I go tomorrow?
Copyright E.D. Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing, releasing Thursday August 23
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