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Secret Skin Wrapped in Ribbons
In Secret Skin, Dillon's attending a dreadfully dull cocktail party when their host introduces him to dour, no nonsense businessman Scott Daly. However, Dillon needs no introduction, for he knows, and shares, Scott Daly's secret. The evening is suddenly looking much brighter, if only the two men can escape the soiree and keep their secret intact.
Next up is Wrapped in Ribbons. Dillon and Dal spend every Christmas at a house on the beach, but they never spend very much time in the sand. This year, Dillon has dark red silk ribbon to wrap Dal up in and he can't think of a better Christmas gift for either of them.
Originally published by Torquere Press.
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smutty excerpt:
It was nearly an hour later before Dillon escaped the clutches of Tad Bremmer and his cronies. He'd managed to line himself up as first in line for the pickings, though, so it had been well worth it, business-wise.
Now though, his business interests could be put on the back-burner.
He flipped open his cell-phone as he made his way to the elevator. There was a text message there, short and simple. "Have a meeting at 8:15." There was no signature, but he recognized the number as belonging to Scott Daly and, when the elevator arrived, he pushed the button for the eighth floor instead of the fourteenth, where his own room was located.
The elegant lift didn't make a single noise as it sped him upward, and in moments he was at room 815, knocking lightly on the dark wooden door. He glanced left and right, assuring the hallway was deserted.
The door opened and ice-blue eyes met his. Dressed in those perfectly fitted slacks and an unbuttoned dress shirt, Scott had been getting ready for him, pink nipples caught in tiny golden clamps, eyes lined with black, a white leather corset bound tight around the fine body.
Dillon bit back his groan and stepped in, locking the door as it closed behind him.
His eyes closed for a moment, his groan turning into a growl as he let go of everything but the beautiful man in front of him and the time they had together.
He opened his eyes, his pet name for his constant addiction and sometimes lover sliding off his tongue. "Dal... " Reaching out, he flicked one of the clamps and then let his finger ride along the top edge of the corset, Dal's skin so much finer than the soft, supple leather that clung to it.
"Hey, stranger." Dal shuddered for him, lips open and wet. Wet and hungry and perfect to wrap around his prick, suck him dry. "You decided to skip supper." It wasn't a question. It never had been with them.
"I'm not hungry for food." His mouth landed on Dal's, their teeth clicking together as they kissed, weeks of pent up need crashing the barriers that had held it back.
His fingers slid up over Dal's shoulders, taking the open shirt with them and pushing it off. The only thing he wanted between him and that smooth skin was the corset, the leather an extension of Dal, a part of him.
He wanted to see Dal bent over, ass framed with the ties, waist squeezed impossibly tight. Those two little shiny rings would be waiting for him, hidden behind those heavy balls, needing to be tugged and twisted before he sank into his favorite play toy, balls deep.
Just the thought made him groan, his cock throbbing, straining against his briefs and slacks.
Sean
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