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Ethan Conrad was sent to Indiana to run the latest hotel his father had opened. It was a punishment for a scandal he caused at home. Marcus Devereaux was a victim of Katrina. The storm had destroyed everything he knew. Ethan hired Marcus to build an addition to his home and had fallen for him almost immediately. Marcus’s shy demeanor, sexy body and sultry accent had captured Ethan making him want to know him better, but Ethan couldn’t get the man to talk to him. Could Ethan be the one to awaken the heart of a man that has had everything taken from him? Or would the wall Marcus had around his heart be too much for Ethan to tear down?

Excerpt

Ethan lifted his head off the pillow with a frown on his face. He looked over his shoulder squinting toward the window. With a grunt he flipped the sheet off of his naked body and stepped across the soft carpet to his window. Yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes he wondered who could be in the pool at this late hour. He pressed his forehead against the window, not wanting to let out the cool air that filled the room and looked toward the pool. From his window he could only see half of the pool so he waited until the person swam back into view. When the answer to his query came into view his mouth dropped open.

No longer caring about the air he swung the window open to get a better look almost falling out, but the swimmer left his visual range. There was a god in his pool! It had to be a god; no mortal man could be that beautiful! He watched the man touch the wall and then turn over on his back to do another lap. He gasped realizing he was wrong. It wasn’t a god after all. It was Marcus!

Again Marcus swam out of his line of sight and Ethan waited impatiently for him to return. He returned, touched the wall, flipped over and swam out of range again while Ethan watched still hanging out of the window with his mouth hanging open. When Marcus returned for the third time he didn’t touch the wall and continued to the other side. He reached out of the water and gripped the iron handles. Ethan could see Marcus’s large, well formed shoulders as he pulled his dripping frame from the water. Ethan’s gasped this time was from awe as he relaxed onto the window sill.

There was enough lighting in the pool area that Ethan could tell there was hair on his well defined chest the higher he rose from the water the lower the hair went. When Marcus stood on the side of the pool wiping the water from his face Ethan couldn’t help but stare at the wet boxers that clung to his body leaving nothing to the imagination. The thin material clung to the impressive shape of the man’s cock locking his eyes in place, refusing to release its hold. It was easy to see that it was long and thick even as it slept. It was downright obscene the way he was staring at the man. He was glad he couldn’t be seen, but he couldn’t help but wonder how much more impressive would his cock be with the blood of excitement rushing to it?

Ethan hadn’t even noticed that he was panting and rubbing his own cock as he leaned on the sill watching the water careen down Marcus’ chiseled body. Marcus held his arms out making large, slow circular motions with them and the light caught his copper skin giving his body a faint glow. As much as he was enjoying himself he was grateful when Marcus turned away from him. It broke the trance he was in allowing him to blink and breathe again.

He closed the window quietly and went back to bed. How the hell had he not noticed how sexy Marcus was before? Sure they had spoken and Ethan found him to be very respectful, shy and sweet. Mostly they spoke of the work he was doing, but, damn! Where was he hiding all of that? And why hadn’t he seen him without a shirt before?