ASHTON Lennox carefully examines my childhood bedroom as though it holds precious artifacts in a museum. His gaze drifts towards the wooden dresser, where he picks up my collection of Fourth Degree action figures. His brown eyes then scan the walls painted black, adorned with X-Men chalk drawings and an array of Batman posters. Allowing Lennox into my world at such a profound level is a first for me, beyond my own family. It's far from a mere fantasy; I've imagined Lennox Burke in this very room countless times, though usually confined to the bed. I prefer reality, though, where he means so much more to me than just a passionate encounter. I grab a damp bone from my orange rug and toss it onto Gotham's dog bed. Lennox lets out a whistle

LENNOX As Regina's former bodyguard, I prided myself on my familiarity with the Johnson family. I had numerous conversations with Ro, Regina's husband, and I had never felt uneasy or intimidated. It never made me break a sweat. However, being alone in the kitchen with Ro, cooking a simple pasta meal for Blanca's birthday, was a different story. I carried a weighty secret: I wasn't just protecting his son; I was sleeping with him. We had been intimate earlier that morning, and he claimed it was the best experience of his life. I managed to maintain an air of casualness, trying not to appear nervous. But I was standing on the precipice of a completely unfamiliar territory. It was a wholly new and unsettling feeling. I filled a pot with wat

LENNOX Ashton suppressed his seductive gaze just to slick back his hair one final time. He snapped off his gloves and tossed them in the trash, then set a ten-minute timer on his phone. "Do you need help?" he asked me. No, wolf scout. I could easily cut my hair myself, but no one had ever offered to help me before. It was more than just cute. "Here," I handed him the clippers, and Ashton approached me from behind, exuding confidence. I looked at him through the mirror. "Start from the back of my neck and work your way up, not going higher than my ear." "Got it." I gripped the edge of the sink, standing in a slight lunge with my head dipped, allowing him to reach my neck without extending hi

LENNOX I watched Ashton step away from a group of girls. He lifted the corner of his red shirt and wiped sweat off his forehead, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Then he pulled the shirt up and over his head. Damn. Camp-goers screamed and pulled out their phones. Some were probably recording on Snapchat, capturing the moment for their followers. A girl walked by and froze in her tracks. Her eyes widened. "Oh. My. God." I knew. I stretched my arm, feeling the blood rush downward. She pulled out her phone and started narrating. "He's even more beautiful in p

ASHTONAfter the bonfire gathering, Lennox unlocked the tent in the absence of moonlight. It was the second day of our camping trip, and as I pointed a flashlight at the entrance, I couldn't help but observe the deftness with which Lennox handled the key, padlock, and zipper. Lennox had been my bodyguard throughout the day, always a few feet away, exuding an intimidating aura that kept any troublemakers at bay. He was not only physically capable but also incredibly intelligent and knowledgeable in medical matters. It was impossible not to admire him. Yet, despite my best efforts, my mind couldn't help but wander to more explicit thoughts, picturing his intimate moments countless times. Suppressing such thoughts was a challenge, to say the least. The temptation to touch him, to exchange heat