A Virtual Kiss
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Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. Heâs a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. Heâs 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 Nateâs not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.
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âHi, babe. Itâs great to see you.â The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.
Nateâs 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 Nateâs hand and brought him to a table outside the cafÃ©. âLetâs get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look tired.â He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nateâs 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. âIâd like to hear about your day. Iâm not hungry, coffeeâs fine.â 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. âHow lovely to see you again, Jason, and youâve brought Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?â
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 thatâa mythical name for an unreal guy.
Jason locked his gaze with Nateâs. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the cobalt eyes.
Nateâs stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his boyfriendâs 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 Nateâs. He sat and slipped an arm around Nateâs shoulders. âHey.â Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. âKiss me.â
Nate looked into the blue eyes.
Jasonâs lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nateâs in a soft press then lingered, dotting little kisses on Nateâs parted lips, before slipping his palm around Nateâs head and deepening the kiss.
Overwhelmed with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. âI have to get back to work.â
Jason stood, too. He made a grab for Nateâs hand. âWhat, tonight? Thatâs unusual. Will I see you tomorrow?â
Nate stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jasonâs voice held need and worry.
âYes, of course. I better go now.â 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. âSee you again.â
Nate passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young womanâs desk at the entrance.
He called, âGood night,â 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 cafÃ© 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. Itâs as if Iâve been with a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, heâs 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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