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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Smutterday - Full Disclosure

Full Disclosure was originally with Amber Quill and is in the At the Office anthology. Here's a smutty excerpt of it.

Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.

Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.

Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?

Previously released through a different publisher.  Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.

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smutty excerpt:

Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That’s what men did. Damn it.

He walked into his office early, way earlier that most anyone, whistling as he got ready for the day.
A sound at the door had him looking, finding Jarrod leaning against the jamb, watching him. The brown eyes were dark, warm. “Well, hello there, boss-man. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.”

Straightening, Jarrod walked in like he belonged, like it was his office.

“I didn’t want anyone to forget what I looked like.” His office. He was the boss. Not Jarrod. Just. Him. “You’ve been well?”

Jarrod shrugged. “Felt a bit like a boat with a rudder, boss gone and all.” Jarrod came right on up to him, only stopping when they were about a foot apart. God, the man was intense. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you. I assume there isn’t any immediate business we need to deal with?” He didn’t back up one bit.

“I have a bunch of papers that need your signature. But nothing”—Jarrod licked his lips, gave him one of those once-overs he remembered from before he’d gone—“pressing.”

“Excellent.” See him. See him be in control. He resisted the urge to smooth his dress shirt, smooth his hair.

“Did you miss me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me, boss-man. I asked if you missed me.” Jarrod chuckled. “You still need that spanking.”

Samuel growled, cheeks heating uncontrollably. “You must really want to be fired.”

“You’re not going to fire me.” Jarrod’s voice was low now, husky.

“You are an arrogant little bastard.” That was it. He was going to. Going to.

“Not so little, boss-man, I assure you.” Jarrod moved closer, face suddenly right there in his, and then Jarrod’s mouth descended on his.

The kiss was hard and sure, Jarrod’s lips pressing his against his teeth.

Jesus Christ.

Samuel jerked, pulling away, cock hard and aching in his slacks. “What the fuck?”

Jarrod followed him, backing him up toward his desk. “That comes later.”

“You’re out of your mind.” He could hear his heart pounding.

“No. But you’re almost out of yours, aren’t you?” Jarrod kept coming, kept backing him up until his legs hit his desk. “You’ve been thinking about it. Can’t get it out of your head. Oh, you convinced yourself you did. Fooled yourself. So you came back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He worked here. He belonged here.

“Yes. You do. And you’ve been a very naughty man. Running away from me. You need to be spanked, Samuel.”

Jarrod took his arms and turned him, pressing up against his back, cock hard against ass, mouth at his ear.

“I’ll scream.” Well, that sounded stupid and queer as hell.

Jarrod chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. “If you don’t, I’m not doing it right.” Jarrod licked a line from his collar up to his ear. One of Jarrod’s hands dropped to his belt, started to undo it.

“This isn’t happening.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Feels fucking real to me.” His earlobe was nipped, the top button of his pants undone, his zipper tugged down. “You feel real, Samuel. You feel like you need. And I’ve got what you need.”

“No.” His cock pushed out, slapping against Jarrod’s hand. “You don’t know what the fuck I need.”

Jarrod’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging on it once and once only. “I know exactly what you need.”

He was bent over, his expensive trousers tugged down, exposing his ass, the air shocking against his balls.

“What the fuck are you doing?” They were at the office. In his office.

Work.

This wasn’t happening.

“Giving you what you need, Samuel.” Jarrod’s hand came down on his ass, slapping his skin. He could feel the outline of each finger on his ass cheek.

“Don’t.” Oh, fuck. It was like a fucking fantasy, like his fucking fantasy.

“Don’t what, Samuel? Do this?” That hand came down again, hitting his ass square on. Then again.

“Yes.” He pulled away, reaching back toward Jarrod’s hands.

“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” One of Jarrod’s hands grabbed his, the other one landed on his ass again. Then Jarrod was bent over him, hot against his back. “Tell me to stop, Sammy. Say ‘Jarrod stop. Jarrod leave.’ And I will.”

“I…” Another blow made him gasp, made him jerk. So fucking hot.

“That’s what I thought,” Jarrod’s voice grated. The next blow came just as hard, just as loud in the quiet of his office. His fucking office!

Two more blows followed in short succession; his ass began to feel like it was on fire. This rough, raw sound escaped him, hips rolling back. Whether it was toward the blows or away, he didn’t know.

“Oh, fuck, Sammy, yeah.” The blows kept coming, one after another, making him gasp and jerk, making everything else just disappear.

His head dropped forward, eyes closing as his thighs spread, bracing himself for more.

“So fucking hard for you, Sammy. Fuck.”

They found a rhythm together, like fucking, his hips pushing back into each blow, the sound ringing through the office.

When they stopped it was like a shock. The heat of Jarrod’s cock rubbing against him, the tip leaving a wet trail over his burning flesh, was an even bigger shock.

“Tell me you want it.”

His ass was on fire, thighs shaking furiously. Oh, God. Oh, God. “I…”

Jarrod’s cock slapped against his ass, and then he heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.

Samuel thought he was going to stand up, pull away, but he wanted it. Wanted a good hard fuck. Wanted to feel Jarrod against his burning ass.

The head of Jarrod’s prick slid along his crack, pushed against his hole, but didn’t breach him, not before Jarrod’s hand slid around and took his cock in a hard grip. Then Jarrod pushed forward.

“Uhh…” He jerked, went up on his toes and just begged for it. Thick and long, Jarrod’s cock pushed up into him and made him feel every inch.

“Hot. Shit. Fucking tight. Oh, Samuel.” Jarrod’s voice groaned, the words ending in an almost whimper.

In and in Jarrod pushed, until the wiry hairs around the base of his cock rubbed up against Samuel’s burning ass. The whole world tightened to his ass, his cock, the fire between them. His need.

Jarrod made a growling noise and started to move, taking him hard. Each thrust slammed Jarrod’s cock deep, and had those hips pushing against his ass. His thighs slammed against his desk, the skin aching, bruising, and fuck it felt good. Jarrod’s hand worked his cock hard, jacking him as he was fucked.

The slap of flesh, their bodies hitting the desk, their gasping breaths, the sounds mingled with the sharp, musky scent of sex, the air redolent with them. Samuel started shaking, so close to coming he could taste it.

“Wait for it,” groaned Jarrod. “Wait ’til I say so.”

Harder, faster, the hand around his cock increased its pace as well, Jarrod pushed him hard, but made him wait. His entire body clenched, body jerking, balls drawing up tight.

“Just another…” Jarrod groaned, swore. “Fuck. Now. Now, Sammy!” The long cock slammed into his gland, and Jarrod’s shout filled the room.

His cock jerked, spunk spraying over his desk, ass squeezing that heavy cock tight.


Sean
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