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  A mistake in hindsight but getting to know someone because you might one day be body swapped with them hardly seemed like something anyone would worry about.

  What it meant though, was that he was reliant on Jen to get her home. And somehow had to do it subtly enough that she didn’t suspect anything.

  Crap.

  “Sure. Sounds great as long as… Greg is okay with it?” Please don’t be okay with it.

  Greg grinned. “No worries. I was just chatting with Jen, and it turns out you both live on the way to my place.”

  Jason gave Greg a quivering smile. Hopefully, he’d put it off to her crying or laughter and not any worries. And not to any erotic thoughts that might have popped into Jason’s mind when Greg mentioned dropping them off.

  Also, did he say Sara and Jen lived together? Or that they both lived in the same direction? If they lived together, that would take care of the finding his apartment issue. Though it would raise other problems. Like, Jen noticing “Sara” behaving peculiarly.

  “Great, I’ll drop Jen off first, you don’t actually live far from where I do.”

  “Wonderful,” Jason said. Why was his heart pounding?

  Greg and Jen had chatted continuously on the drive to Jen’s place. Jason had almost suggested dropping him off first so they could be together, but as Jen had gotten out of the car, she’d leaned in and whispered, “Good luck.”

  Good luck?

  Why had she…

  Oh.

  Oh, hell no!

  And what did she mean good luck? Sara had a boyfriend. Him! What was her friend doing telling her good luck with another guy!

  As Jason ranted in his head, he had another thought. Jen was gone. Which left Jason alone with a handsome man.

  No! Not handsome. It was just remnants of Sara, her… instincts. Jason would not, could not find a man attractive.

  Not ever.

  Greg took off, after a block, he glanced at Jason. “Did you want to get coffee or something? I know a great place on the way. They have local artists playing most nights.”

  Jason opened his mouth to say no, but he hadn’t had time to look up his address without it looking suspicious. Though again, he had to roll his eyes at his caution. No one was going to think he was Jason Mallory in Sara Kramer’s body. Jason could have glanced at Sara’s phone to see if it would open or had an address displayed.

  This had not been well thought out. Risk or not, they should have kept their own phones.

  In fact… what if Sara got into his phone? There were private conversations on the phone that would cause serious trouble if certain government agencies received them.

  Greg’s smile fell. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, Jen suggested… but it’s fine. You’re not interested, and I can drop you off at your building.”

  Building. That suggested multiple places she might live within a single structure, assuming Jen even gave the guy Sara’s real address.

  “No. I’d like to. I was, um, just running through my schedule.”

  Greg lit up, “Awesome! You’ll love it. Well. Jen thought you would, she said you were interested in local music.”

  “Sounds… wonderful.”

  What have I gotten myself into?

  Chapter Six

  Jason had expected thumping, loud music that would have his heart booming to a new rhythm and most importantly, be too loud for chatting.

  What he got was soft, beautiful music.

  Romantic music.

  In a cozy café.

  With dim lights.

  In short, the perfect date location.

  Damn.

  The only option was to let Greg do most of the talking, but from experience that was just likely to encourage the man. Nothing was more flattering to a man than a woman who listened.

  In fact, it was part of what had first drew him to Sara. They had been stuck in a flash rain downpour, sharing a cab. He’d just gotten out of a frustrating meeting and been cursing when Sara had asked what was wrong.

  She’d listened attentively. He’d invited her to his place without much hope, but you can’t hit the shot without taking it.

  Instead, she’d said yes, and the rest was history.

  She’d often listened to his business rants.

  Well crap.

  How much information had he given her on his job? Could she pull off a theft?

  Suddenly, the whole body swap seemed even more sinister than before. Had it been a setup?

  No…

  Sara had taken the swap in stride, but she’d been surprised.

  There was no deeper conspiracy.

  “You seem quiet since the swap,” Greg said.

  He knows!

  Wait.

  He’s just talking about the location swap. Jason took a deep breath and smiled at Greg, noticing too late how that sort of breathing drew attention to his new chest. “It was just confusing. I can’t figure it out.” That should be enough to get him off the topic.

  “I have to admit, the show met my expectations. Even if I should have gone with a better date.”

  Date? “You were there with a date?” Jason didn’t feel any guilt for going out with Greg, just… he didn’t like to share.

  Share?

  He was not on a date with Greg.

  Not at all.

  So why was Jason’s mind going down that path?

  It had to be Sara. The body must affect the mind. Nothing else made sense. Jason was literally out of his mind.

  Greg winced. “Yeah. Sort of. It was a first date. Maybe not the best choice, but damn, I wanted to go, and Roger agreed.”

  “Ah. I see… Roger?”

  “The guy who was glaring needles at you. He’s the jealous type. That’s just not what I look for in a lover. I…,” he hesitated. “I’m poly. Jen said you have a couple of boyfriends, so I thought I’d take a chance.”

  Wait. Greg had been on a date with Roger? A guy. And he was poly? What was poly?

  Wait!

  “I have a couple of boyfriends?” Jason choked out. Couple? What did that mean?

  “Uh. Did I offend you? I might have misunderstood Jen.” Greg leaned back, looking worried.

  Jason tried to still his racing heart. A couple of boyfriends indeed. “I’m sure she just meant I’ve had a couple of boyfriends.”

  Greg gave Jason a crooked smile. “I see.”

  They listened to the music, which soothed Jason’s temper and let him forget about what had been said. He’d investigate later. One thing was for certain, he would never date a woman again without keeping a close eye on her. If Sara had been dating behind his back…, well he’d cut her off fast for one thing. There wasn’t much else he could do but steam.

  Jason excused himself to the bathroom. Once the line cleared and he had a stall, he took out his phone, which opened immediately.

  “Oh, thank god.”

  “Is it negative hon? Congrats.” A soft voice said from the neighboring stall.

  Huh? “Uh. Thanks?”

  Negative?

  Weirdo.

  Using the bathroom was an experience Jason hoped to forget. He would forever stand once he got his cock back.

  Greg smiled when Jason returned, and Jason found an answering smile on his lips. The man was easy going, attractive, and…

  Not attractive!

  Now that Jason knew Sara’s address, it was time to go.

  But he sat, and the barista brought another coffee.

  The music soothed him further.

  In their booth, Jason slowly worked his way around. Closer to Greg. Until his ample hip brushed against Greg’s more slender one.

  Until Greg’s powerful arm slid around Jason’s shoulder.

  Jason’s head rested on Greg’s shoulder.

  The kiss, when it came tickled. Well, Greg’s beard did.

  Jason giggled.

  Giggled!

  What was he doing?

  Time to go.

  There had been a rideshare
app on the phone.

  Easy and quick.

  Greg leaned in for another kiss, Jason started to say no, but instead closed his eyes and lifted his head to meet the man’s lips.

  Tender.

  Soft.

  Deep inside, Jason ached.

  He wanted to know what it would feel like.

  Once wouldn’t be wrong.

  Would it?

  He wouldn’t change.

  Just… experience something new.

  The whole way to Greg’s apartment, Jason trembled with a barely contained excitement and inside felt a new throbbing.

  Pleasure.

  Tight.

  Pulsating.

  By the time they arrived at Greg’s place, Jason was ready to jump him, man, or not.

  Greg, on the other hand, had much better plans.

  They entered the small apartment, tastefully decorated and smelling like evergreens, not the gym shorts Jason had feared. The fear of a bachelor pad had vied with Jason’s rising lust, losing, but the anxiety had hovered in the back of Jason’s mind.

  A quick glance around the clean and neatly decorated main room alleviated the worry. He turned to Greg as the door closed, stepping in close and raising his face for a kiss. If he was going to do this, Jason was going all in.

  He expected to be slammed into the wall, kiss to within an inch of his life, panties ripped down, fucked that last inch.

  Greg disagreed.

  Oh, the kiss came.

  A soft kiss.

  Gentle.

  Tender.

  One that sent a shiver through Jason and stoked the fires of his lust like adding a single log to a campfire.

  Almost a disappointment when Jason had been expecting gasoline poured onto the fire.

  Almost.

  Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, but with breathing room. Large hands roved over Jason’s back, caressing and slowly building a fire in Jason’s body.

  All over.

  As a man, he’d been used to his penis dominating. Pleasure existed everywhere, of course, but… the penis always won the day.

  The center of his joy.

  His desire.

  The exquisite pain.

  Sara’s body nearly responded the same.

  Nearly.

  The other pleasure seared into Jason’s mind.

  He couldn’t ignore how his skin tingled.

  The quivering contentment of his lips.

  How his nipples burned.

  How his… he swallowed…

  Pussy ached.

  Above it all, joining the pleasure together, but not overwhelming them, the center of his satisfaction throbbed.

  Pulsated.

  Waves of pleasure washed out, enhancing the lesser joys.

  It all joined in a network of bliss that left Jason shivering and with a light head.

  “You are beautiful,” Greg said when he broke the kiss.

  The loss of Greg’s talented lips should have diminished his enjoyment, but the words… oh wow, the words sent a thrill through him. A jolt that ramped him up towards a soaring height he could almost feel already.

  And the way Greg’s eyes lingered on Jason’s.

  Yearning.

  Shifted to Jason’s lips. He licked them, anticipating a kiss, but Greg continued downward, to the deep cleavage, heightened by Jason’s heavy breathing.

  This time it was Greg who licked his lips, gazing on the breasts like a man who had been without food for weeks.

  His hands trailed down Jason’s body, tracing the broad curves, dipping into his small waist, flaring across the generous hips.

  Jason moaned softly, closing his eyes to just feel. “More,” he whispered.

  “Oh, we are doing more,” Greg replied with a huskiness in his voice that caused Jason’s eyes to snap open and meet the intense gaze from his would-be lover.

  Greg’s hand slid down, and before Jason knew what was happening, Greg scooped him up into a bridal carry.

  “So much more,” Greg said, locking his soulful eyes onto Jason’s.

  Jason groaned and threw his arms around Greg’s neck. Their lips met, but that didn’t stop Greg from making his way into another room.

  The bedroom.

  Had to be.

  A moment later, the guess was confirmed when Greg laid Jason down on a firm mattress, covered by a thin, but soft, bedspread.

  He knelt on the bed and crawled forward, pressing Jason into the mattress as Jason’s arms, still wrapped around Greg’s neck pulled the man firmly onto his body.

  Breathing coming faster, heart racing, there was an odd comfort and pleasure to having a man so much larger than him cover his body.

  Press him down.

  A hint of fear teasing in the background.

  The fear of the unknown.

  Of the power this stranger had.

  The control Jason had given Greg.

  It sped his heart further.

  Sent surges of pleasure through his body.

  Jason arched his back and cried out as Greg’s hand explored down his side.

  Their lips broke, but Greg simply moved onto the sensitive skin of Jason’s neck.

  So sensitive.

  Jason squeezed Greg, squirming, and moaning.

  “Greg,” he whispered.

  A bit of the old Jason, the real Jason—maybe—cried out. What was he doing? How could he do this?

  But how could he not?

  This was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

  Things like body swaps didn’t happen, and though Jason had never considered sex with a man, now that he was wrapped up in it, he couldn’t not think about it.

  And fulfill the need.

  So, he cried out in half-anger when Greg pulled away from his exploration of Jason’s neck which had left Jason a tingling, quivering mess.

  Jason tried to pull Greg back, but it was like tugging on a boulder. Nothing moved.

  A situation he would come to delight in.

  Greg pulled on the hem of Jason’s blouse, and realizing what he was doing, Jason squirmed to help him.

  They got the shirt off. Greg knelt back, staring.

  “They’re even bigger than I thought,” Greg whispered.

  Jason blushed.

  They weren’t technically his, but the lust and need in Greg’s voice were directed at him.

  Only him.

  Anyway, Jason had seen—and more—Sara’s breasts on enough occasions to know they were spectacular.

  “Take off my bra before you say that,” Jason breathed.

  Greg stared a moment longer before shaking his head as if clearing it and sliding his hands around to Jason’s back. A fumbling few seconds and Jason’s breasts fell. The bra came loose. Sara—Jason now—had amazingly high breasts given their size, but physics still won out and pulled them down.

  Greg didn’t care any more than Jason had.

  He stared.

  Licked his lips.

  Fumbled with the bra but pulled it off to reveal the pale globes.

  “Damn,” he whispered, breathing heavy.

  He kissed Jason, which surprised him, Jason had excepted Greg to go straight for the girls.

  Instead, he gently laid Jason back down on the bed. Kissing as if they had all the time in the world.

  As if Jason’s body wasn’t an inferno ready to break out of the container that could no longer contain it.

  Jason groaned in a mixture of need and desire tinged with frustration.

  Then Greg’s gentle hand caressed Jason’s breast, and all thoughts fled.

  He soared.

  A lingering touch that explored, caressed, teased, and grew Jason’s pleasure with an expertise shocking in a new lover.

  Jason cried when Greg’s thumb found his nipple. His back lifting to press his breast into Greg’s talented hand.

  The pleasure surged down Jason’s body, exploded from his center in waves that crashed into the growing desire from below.

  An
d when Greg kissed his way down.

  Found Jason’s breast.

  As his hand trailed across Jason’s soft belly.

  Lower.

  The physical pleasure competed with the rising anticipation of where Greg’s hand explored.

  A skillful flick of his fingers opened Jason’s skirt.

  He panted. “Yes.”

  Greg suckled from Jason’s breast, and Jason had no idea what to do. Where to put his hands. All of his needs and desires overwhelmed his thoughts. He could only pull Greg onto him.

  Cry and lift his hips as Greg’s hand slid into his panties.

  A gasp when Greg’s fingers delved into the wetness between Jason’s legs.

  And then Jason lost himself in bliss.

  A peek that soared higher than the highest mountain.

  Dropped, and somehow soared higher.

  Over and over, until Jason was left nothing but a quivering mess of flesh.

  And they weren’t even done.

  Greg pulled away. Jason reached for him, groaning, but Greg was just stripping. His shirt pulled away from a broad, muscular chest. Hairy enough that Jason couldn’t suppress a giggle. He wanted to bury his face in that tangle of dark hair.

  The bed shifted as Greg stood, undid the buckle of his pants and dropped them. He squirmed out of his boxers.

  Jason’s breath caught.

  His eyes drawn to Greg’s groin.

  Huge.

  Jason had never felt inadequate in his life, but if he’d seen that cock as a man, he’d have been unable to avoid the drop in self-esteem.

  “Wow,” Jason breathed.

  Greg smiled and crawled back onto the bed.

  Following Greg’s progress, Jason slid back until his head hit the pillows. He spread his legs, eager for what followed.

  Shocked, when Greg paused to reach for the nightstand. Greg pulled out a condom and winked at Jason, before ripping the package and slipping the condom on his cock with an expertise that left Jason breathless.

  Though a part of him wanted to tell Greg to stop.

  To feel him.

  All of him.

  To let Greg fill him with his seed.

  The last remaining part of Jason that still responded to reason rejected that.

  Anyway, Greg was coming towards him again, and Jason wasn’t about to slow that down.

  Their eyes met as Greg covered Jason’s body with his own.

  The thick cock hovered so close to Jason’s pussy that he could feel the heat even through the condom.