I was at the bar, bouncing in place to the music at Johnny’s Hole—my favorite club—when a hand touched me lightly on the shoulder.

“Buy you a drink?”

I turned and smiled at the stranger standing next to me. “You can buy me anything you want, hon!”

The stranger laughed. “I bet.” He held out a hand. “Noah Stiles.”

I shook it. “Sonny Bonhomie.”

“Does that mean you’re happy all the time?”

I smiled. “So I’ve been told.”

Noah gestured to the closest bartender. “Heineken and…” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Guinness, please.”

The bartender nodded and moved away to fill our orders.

“So you’re here a lot, I’ve noticed,” Noah said as his light brown gaze raked me over from head to toe.

He was a tasty specimen, at least six inches taller and thick with muscles. I wanted to climb his body and lose myself completely. I wasn’t in the least bit handsome, but I got my fair share of sexual partners, maybe because I kept myself in shape, or I was just that easy. At least I got laid enough to forget about my unassuming features, most of the time. It hadn’t come up, so far.

The heat of Noah’s stare made me burn.

“You’ve been watching me?” I asked, sidling a little closer to him.

I hadn’t seen Noah here before, though it could just be that I’d been otherwise occupied. If I had, I would have made his acquaintance immediately. I wasn’t shy in going after what I wanted

“You’re hard to miss, Sonny,” Noah replied. “You dance the hardest, laugh the loudest, and wear the tightest pants I’ve ever seen.”

I grinned. “They make my ass look good.” I worked out enough to be confident in my assertion.

He licked his lips. “That they do.”

The bartender returned right then and Noah paid for our drinks.

“Thank you,” I said before taking a sip.

“My pleasure.”

I watched him drink his beer and wanted to lick the muscles of his throat as they contracted with each swallow. “So what do you do, Stiles?”

“Cop. You?”

I took a few seconds to recover from my handcuff fantasies before replying, “HR Manager.”

“Matches your personality.”

“Very much so.” Something occurred to me. “Why haven’t you approached me before, if you’ve been eyeing me all this time?”

“It just seemed to be right to do so tonight.” His response was a little vague for my tastes, but I let it go. Sex was in the offing.

I shrugged. “Okay. Well, you’re here now, so, wanna go back to my place?”

He laughed. “You’re not afraid to go after what you want, are you?”

I felt no need to be ashamed of that. “Not at all. Life’s too short!” I finished my beer, waited until he gulped his down, and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go, Mr. Policeman.”

Noah chuckled and let me hustle him out the door. “My car is over there,” he said, pointing to a dark blue Camaro a block down. “Did you drive?”

“Took a cab.”

He unlocked the car door and ushered me into the passenger seat before getting in the car himself. “Where to?”

“Chandler Heights.”

“Got it.” Noah started the car and took off.

* * * *

My house was a one-story dwelling that had seen better days. It really needed some work, but I hadn’t had the time lately to do any repairs. Thankfully, it was late at night, so the worst of it was hidden away.

After Noah parked, I led the way inside. The decor was eclectic at best, haphazard at worst. I usually bought things on a whim, things that made me happy.

“Coffee? Water?” I offered as I locked the door behind me and hung up the keys on the rack in the hallway.

His gaze made me leak. “You.”

I grinned. “Follow me.”

Once we reached the bedroom, I turned to face him. “Top or bottom?”

Noah raised an eyebrow. “Really? You have to ask?” He started stripping, and I almost lost my train of thought.

“Hey, I’m open to a lot of things. I’ve been with guys bigger than you who prefer to bottom. I didn’t want to make an assumption.” He scoffed, and I placed my hands on my hips. “What? You have a problem with that? Are you one of those guys who feels being a bottom makes you weaker, or something?”

Noah backtracked quickly. “No, no. That’s not it. I…Hey, shouldn’t we be gettin’ busy?”

I let him slide since sex was what we were here for, after all. “Fine by me.” I got naked quickly and lay on my stomach on the bed, ass up. “I assume this is what you want?” I asked, shaking my butt at him.