Best Served Cold by Willow Dixon

When the guys at work dare me and the new guy to play a game of gay chicken, I figure I’ll get my first kiss and bragging rights for winning. What I don’t expect is for that game to awaken something in me. Something I’ve never felt before.
Something that makes me want more. Makes me want him.
I never back down from a challenge, but that doesn’t explain why being with Noah feels so good. Why I can’t stop thinking about him. Why he’s the only person who’s ever stirred even the slightest interest in me.
Why getting him off gets me off.
Watching Noah lose control is everything. So is knowing he can’t stay away from me, either.