This one is also just recently re-released as a self-pub, so I wanted to do a smutty excerpt of it, too.
The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane
You can find it at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.
He was in the elevator on his way up when he wondered if he should change his outfit. Baldy had been rather disparaging about it, on top of everything else.
No. He wouldn't go out of his way even an inch for that man.
He used the card to open the door and walked in as if he owned the place. If Baldy was asleep, not there or with someone else? It was over. No matter how bored he was.
Or how intriguing those dark eyes had been.
Heat pressed against his back as a blindfold covered his eyes, sending the plain room black. "Hello, Poppet. Thank you for coming."
"It was a slow night." His heart wasn't in the insult, though, and it was everything he could do not to melt into Baldy's heat.
"Mmm..." One long hand stroked down his chest, unfastening his jumpsuit, fingers just teasing along his shaft.
"I don't even know your name," he breathed, a ripple going through him.
"You'll remember me, though. I promise you." The heat against him intensified, Baldy's body hot and hard and fine behind him.
He did melt against the man this time. He had a suspicion Baldy was right. His whole body was tingling, waiting, anticipating.
His ear was nuzzled, his clothes slowly worked off, the heat behind him solid, the touches to his belly light and infuriating and arousing.
"You said you were going to make me scream and all you're doing is teasing me."
"Daniel? Shut up and pay attention."
They took a few steps forward, Baldy moving him easily. Bending him over a soft settee. Fastening his wrists with leather.
"Oooo, kinky." A pillow slid under his hips, then his ankles were bound, Baldy not saying a word. "Very kinky." His words were a little less sassy, a little more husky and he was forgetting just why he was talking back to Baldy in the first place.
"Do you need to be gagged, Poppet?" The words came as two hands landed on his ass, thumbs pressing at his hole.
He shivered, whimpered. "No. I'll be good."
"Good boy." He felt the slick touch around his hole. "Very good boy."
He moaned, pushing back into the touch. Baldy's hands were big, fingers large. It felt good. Two slick fingers slid deep, pushing in hard and then disappearing, only to slam in again. He whimpered, tried to spread his legs, but couldn't.
One hot hand settled on the small of his back, hard and sure, thumb and forefinger holding him open. So strong. God. One-handed -- holding him open with one hand and fucking him with the other.
Baldy was right -- if he'd missed this he'd have regretted it.
Then. Oh, Lord. Hot and so wide and stretching him inexorably. His groan was pushed out from him by that huge cock. Sparks flashed behind his eyelids as Baldy filled him, spreading him wide and pressing in so fucking deep, branding him.
His fingers grasped at the cushions, his mouth open on soundless breaths.
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