Crawl in Bed With Michael Mandrake

Crawling Into Bed With Michael Mandrake
And a Good Book - A Second Chance

*crawls across bed*  Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? I prefer silk sheets. I like to live like I’m rich. *snicker*

*snicker*  Oh, yeah... What are you wearing? Hmm, well, since I’m the muse, I guess it’s alright to say I’m wearing nothing but my silk boxers to match these silk sheets. Wanna feel? *grins*

*flutters lashes*  oooh... such a flirt... What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Well, I love chocolate covered strawberries but I suppose that would be too messy, unless you’d like to share a shower with me later. I’ll scrub your back first as long as you promise to return the favor. Pardon me, it’s been a while.

*chuckles*  Share a shower, eh?  Why you devil! If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? 

Well, I’m not BLMorticia so there are no vibrators in there. I prefer the real thing. You will find some lube though. A gay man has to have that nearby for those nights with or without a partner.

*eye roll* Like men don't play with toys.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I roll up like a burrito, preferably with someone and you, my good man seem to fit the bill.

LOL.  Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Sure can. Can we stay like this all night? Are you taken? Married?

Persistent dickens aren't you? We're gonna have to talk to Sharita about getting you laid. To answer your questions: No, I have to be home by midnight or I turn into a pumpkin. Taken yes, married - as good as. :) What are we reading? 


Hesitant to begin a relationship with someone new, two police officers who have lost their partners in the line of duty try to deal with their obvious attraction to one another. Will one of them accept the other’s proposition to start over or remain alone because of their places on the police force?


While we continued to chat, I noticed DeClerc in my peripheral. I couldn’t help but stare at him. I moistened my lips, biting the bottom as he came closer.


“Um, hello…” I looked past the chief to take a long gander at Daniel. I stood up, extending my hand. “I’m Farris Beason.”

He accepted. “Daniel Declerc. Nice to meet you.” The handshake was firm, his hands soft like a female.

Don chuckled, “See Beason, if you would’ve been in the right frame of mind you could’ve joined Daniel today.”

While we exchanged smiles, I gawked at the pretty face in front of me. Daniel was even more gorgeous up close. The only distraction was the defect on his finger. Who was lucky enough to call him theirs? I had to find out.

“Pity,” Daniel said with a grin. “Maybe when you’ve recovered from your wild night?” He cocked an eyebrow.

I laughed, “Yeah, um…maybe…”

We’d broken our hand gestures but not our gaze. Maybe he did play for my team, but the question remained, who was he married to?


  1. LMAO. Yes I think it had been awhile for Michael but he's good know. *laughs*

    Thanks for having the muse Lee!


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