Easily Addicted (MM)

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 6,832
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Ah, the luxury of a smoke break. For some, it is the opportunity to get away from the routine of the workplace. For others, a chance to refuel on the nicotine a cigarette provides. And for others? Well, it could be a chance to become easily addicted.

When Trevor meets a sexy co-worker on his smoke break, he's hesitant to take him up on his offer of getting together after work. But Zack isn't just some guy in sales, and sparks fly when Trevor finally makes it to Zack's office ...

This story appears in the print collection Shorts.

Easily Addicted (MM)
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Easily Addicted (MM)

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 6,832
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Alternative Read:
"I found it to be like watching someone peel an apple to see the layers removed and true aspects of each character's personality be revealed. It seemed to me an engaging story of bluff, bluster, timidity, hope and acceptance."

Joyfully Reviewed:
"A good story with lots of emotion."

Review by Elisa Rolle:
"The story is very short, less than 30 pages, but I have liked it a lot. Zach is a wonderful character, he could be easily decipted like a spoilt brat, but he is so nice that you can't find him nasty. And Zach seems to be the classical good boy, the person you dream to find to spend the rest of your life."

Review by Frost: 4 out of 5.
"Offers the author's trademark romantic honesty and emotional depth wrapped in sizzling m/m sensuality."

Review by LouisaClark:
"Snyder writes with a wicked sense of humor, flavoring the story with flirty dialog and teasing touches. And the author knows exactly how to write a sweetly romantic story."

Sensual Erotic Romance & Erotica: 4 out of 5.
"Snyder’s latest tale in the Working Man series is sure to be a hit with the readers. Tender, touching, passionate and compelling are just a few words that can be used to describe Easily Addicted."

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"That's bad your health," a man said as he approached Trevor's bench.

In reply, Trevor countered, "I didn't know the Surgeon General was in town."

Not used to company as he stole a quick nicotine fix outside the office where he worked, Trevor didn't look up immediately. Instead, he took a drag on his cigarette to get it lit, flicked off his lighter, took a deep breath to fill his lungs with acrid smoke, and held it until he felt his body relax. Then he squinted into the sun, but didn't recognize the guy. Someone in sales, maybe, or one of the admen upstairs. Trevor worked in customer care and had only been with the firm for a month or so. He could count on one hand the number of people he knew in the whole building, and none of them worked higher than the third floor. "Trevor Pritchett," he said, holding out a hand to the stranger. "And you are?"

"Zack Jackson," the man said, taking Trevor's hand in a firm grip. He had nice eyes, despite the way the skin crinkled in the corners when he smiled. With his pale twill pants, open-toe sandals, and salmon-colored polo shirt unbuttoned to show off a fine gold necklace against smooth, tanned skin, Zack looked more at home on a yacht than in the office. The dark mop of unruly hair on top of his head seemed to have a mind of its own in the faint summer breeze. Zack shook Trevor's hand as he sat down beside him on the bench. "Nasty habit," he said before letting go.

With a grin, Trevor admitted, "I'm trying to quit."

"Really?" Zack laughed. "I couldn't tell."

He didn't wave away the smoke from Trevor's cigarette, and the fact that he even bothered to sit suggested a level of tolerance, so Trevor gestured to the pack of cigarettes between them. "You want a smoke?"

Zack shook his head, then ran a hand through his hair to push it back from his eyes. "I quit a few months ago." Leaning closer to Trevor, he lowered his voice and added, "I'll just sit here and breathe you in for a bit, if you don't mind." At the look on Trevor's face, Zack laughed again. "I meant your smoke. Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you yet."

That yet snagged in Trevor's mind like a thorn. Suddenly he had the overwhelming urge to blow his next puff into Zack's face, just purse his lips and stare into those dark eyes as the smoke curled from his mouth to waft against that tan skin. Where the hell did that come from? With deliberate care, Trevor turned away to exhale. His voice shook slightly as he pointed out, "They say second-hand smoke is worse."

"Who are you," Zack teased, "the Surgeon General?"

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