Tim’s got a problem with his new job as a carpenter. His foreman, Gary Zucker, is just too damned sexy. With a mustache, hairy arms, and a solid gut, Gary exudes power and confidence, and it’s driving Tim crazy. When Gary notices Tim’s attraction, he figures it’s all over. The foreman will probably fire him for having the wrong kind of wood.
Then Gary surprises him. He shows he knows how to be the boss in more than one way. The question remains if this will be a one time thing, or something more. Tim’s got one chance to show the man how good he can be, before his dream man slips through his fingers.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of Tim’s jeans, Gary pulled him forward into the living room, over to the couch. Tim followed willingly, allowing himself to be pulled along until they were both sitting on the somewhat scratchy couch, with Gary half straddling him. Before he knew what was happening, Tim was shirtless.
From the ridge in Gary’s jeans, Tim had a suspicion the foreman had been thinking about their morning encounter all day. They kissed, mouths open and hungry, and Tim slid his hands under Gary’s shirt, exploring the fur on his chest.
“You are one over-eager little puppy,” Gary breathed against Tim’s mouth between kisses. He sucked in a breath when Tim’s fingers flicked a hard nipple, then pressed his hand over Tim’s hand, halting it. “Now listen for a moment. We’re going to have some rules here.”
Tim groaned. His dick didn’t want to hear about rules at the moment. He wanted Gary inside him, fucking him. Plain and simple. But he forced himself to lean back so that he could look Gary in the eyes, let him know he was listening. “Rules?”
Gary smiled grimly. “Yes, rules. One: you will do as I say, at all times. I won’t ask anything unreasonable or dangerous of you, and I always have my reasons for things and don’t like explaining them to death.”
Well, that was something different. He nodded, and Gary continued. “Two: While at work, I’m the foreman, and you’re just another worker. Half the crew isn’t thrilled about gays so it’s going to be strictly business there. Don’t you think about touching me. Don’t even gaze longingly at me. Got it?”
Tim flushed, wondering if there’d been any blowback from what had happened earlier. It had been a daring move, on both their parts. Probably not to be repeated. “Got it. Anything else?”
As Gary trailed a hand down to cup him through his jeans, Tim sucked in a breath. “Just…no expectations. I don’t know where this is going and neither should you. For now, this is all that this is.” The hand squeezed, and Tim groaned. This was plenty, for now.
Down and dirty, just about sums up J.T. Hall’s short read, The Foreman. Ever have a fantasy of going to work and internally wishing your boss would ravish you? Tim, a carpenter, had just said fantasy. Smitten with his muscular –bear of a foreman, Tim dreamt of being taken by his boss, but never acted upon his feelings, for fear of being fired.
Tim, suddenly found himself with his **** in a vice, as Gary, took break time to a new level and showed the young man just what mixing work with pleasure could be.
For a very quick read, The Foreman packed a lot of steamy, raunchy sex. Gary’s forceful personality left little to no room, as to who was in charge, and Tim’s yin to Gary’s yang, fit the bill.
J.T. Hall delivered strong characters, with even stronger sexual desires.
Sexy and Sizzling
A four handcuff review