Blowing Smoke - available for pre-order!

My latest brand new book out with All Romance Ebooks, is currently available for pre-order.

This one is a dragon shifter story set in the modern world!

Blowing Smoke

Do dragons have soul mates?

Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.

Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.

Brin feels the pull between them as strongly as Dragon does, but Brin doesn’t know Dragon’s true secret – the man is actually a dragon and he believes that Brin is his mate. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.

Available for pre-order at All Romance Ebooks.

There's an excerpt on the pre-order page and look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday!

Sean
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His Very Own Vampire now out!

His Very Own Vampire is now out at Amber Allure. Look for it from the distributors Sunday next week.

Vampire Truelock’s job for the last several hundred years has been protecting the President of Archer Industries, a family-run company that has done very well for itself. Since the current patriarch, Desmond Archer, is getting ready to officially retire from the company that more or less runs itself, he sends True on a mission to protect his estranged grandson Lane.

Lane’s mother stopped speaking to her father Desmond when Lane was only a few years old and has told her son that his grandparents are all dead. He has no idea that he’s even an heir to a fortune. So when a handsome stranger steps in and saves him from bodily hard just when he needs it, he’s both grateful and a little suspicious. That suspicion only grows when bad things continue to happen to him, all seeming to stem from True’s arrival and his claim that he’s been sent by Lane’s grandfather to protect him.

The fact that there’s insane chemistry between Lane and True doesn’t help either of them untangle the mystery regarding the danger’s source. Can they find the answers before Lane’s unknown enemies manage to do him permanent damage?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure this week!

Yesterday there was a smutty excerpt, today there's a regular excerpt:

Lane grabbed the stack of bills off the table and ran before the big muscle-bound asshole that wanted to either turn him inside out with his fist or transform him into a zombie—it was so hard to tell with the Eastern European types—got back from his trip to the bathroom. It was Lane’s own damn fault, thinking he could get what he needed from a stranger and that he could earn a little cash at the same time. But what was a boy with a bit of a pain kink to do?

Lane went straight for the nightclub proper, moving into the midst of the packed dance floor before heading for the exit. If he was lucky, he’d be out the and into the open air in a second.

“Hey!”

Dammit.

Lane pushed faster, using the fact that he wasn’t the biggest guy on earth to his advantage and blending in with the crowd as he zoomed toward the door.

“No Sergei, I don’t want to become intimate with your fist or your lab-OR-atory or anything else. I was in this for the cash.” Lord.

Lane made it out the door, but Sergei was right behind him, and one great big paw grabbed the back of Lane’s shirt, bringing him up short. Boom. Caught. Damn.

“What the fuck, man? Watch the shirt! It’s an Armani!” Knockoff, but what tall, blond and terrifying didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Sergei shook him like Sergei was a cat with a new toy. “What’s your hurry? You did not have permission to leave yet. We did not even get started properly.”

“I suggest you let him go.” The voice came out of the crowd, and suddenly a tall guy stood there, looming over them. Blonder than the Russian hood—in fact his short, mussed hair was definitely white—the guy wore sunglasses. At night. How affectatious. He was bigger than Sergei, too. Maybe not as muscle bound, but taller, and his limbs spoke of strength. Lane ignored the part of himself that began drooling and the little voice that said it bet this guy would know exactly how to press each and every one of his buttons.

“He doesn’t belong to you,” The new guy told Sergei.

“I don’t belong to anyone! Dammit! Let me out of here!”

Sergei tugged him closer, putting him right between the two big guys. And while being the middle of a muscle sandwich might seem like a fantasy, in this particular situation, he wasn’t feeling the love.

Sergei’s move didn’t seem to faze the new guy at all. The new guy grabbed Sergei’s hands and twisted them, hard. Lane could hear the bones breaking, and Sergei screamed.

Just like that, Lane was free. He took off like a jackrabbit, zipping out the door and into the darkness. He was a little dazed by the crowds and the neon lights. A little dizzied by it in fact. Weird.

Lane thought he could hear footsteps following him, matching his stride. There was no way it was Sergei, not with those broken hands. He risked a glance to the right, and there was the white-haired guy, keeping up easily. How was that possible? And why?

Okay. Okay. Okay. The thought—not even the thought, the word—kept bouncing in his head like a super ball.

“Protect you,” the guy said, the words elongated, like they were spoken in slow-motion.

“I can’t.” Lane stumbled, almost crashing to the ground. Or maybe the ground was crashing up to meet him…

Strong hands slid beneath him and picked him up, settling him against a broad chest. The world spun madly, colors and sound joining together and swirling around him, trying to get to him.

“Someone help me.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. “Someone slipped me something.”

“Know…smell…safe…” There were more words than that, but they didn’t make any sense, and the sound kept cutting in and out.

Sean

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Smutterday - His Very Own Vampire

His Very Own Vampire

Vampire Truelock’s job for the last several hundred years has been protecting the President of Archer Industries, a family-run company that has done very well for itself. Since the current patriarch, Desmond Archer, is getting ready to officially retire from the company that more or less runs itself, he sends True on a mission to protect his estranged grandson Lane.

Lane’s mother stopped speaking to her father Desmond when Lane was only a few years old and has told her son that his grandparents are all dead. He has no idea that he’s even an heir to a fortune. So when a handsome stranger steps in and saves him from bodily hard just when he needs it, he’s both grateful and a little suspicious. That suspicion only grows when bad things continue to happen to him, all seeming to stem from True’s arrival and his claim that he’s been sent by Lane’s grandfather to protect him.

The fact that there’s insane chemistry between Lane and True doesn’t help either of them untangle the mystery regarding the danger’s source. Can they find the answers before Lane’s unknown enemies manage to do him permanent damage?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure!


smutty excerpt:

“Where do you want me?” True asked.

“I’ll suck you off. Come here.”

They both shifted until Lane was on his knees between True’s legs. He spread them wider, giving Lane full access to his cock, which pushed out of his open pants like it was a race. His nostrils flared as he watched Lane lick his lips. True groaned, anticipating that tongue on his flesh. He hadn’t had a man who loved sucking cock in decades, maybe longer, and surely there hadn’t been anyone like Lane. The fact that everything Lane wanted to do to his cock was pushed into his head only made his need more desperate.

When Lane’s tongue touched the tip of his cock, he cried out, lightning shooting through it, through his balls. He panted, his fingers curling into fists to keep from grabbing Lane’s head and slamming into his mouth. True would let Lane set the pace. For now.

Lane took him, careful inch by inch, swallowing him down in a painfully slow manner.

“Making me crazy.” The urge to simply take what he wanted grew stronger, and a low growl built in his throat, wanting to be a scream, wanting out. He panted, his nostrils flaring.

Lane’s answer was a sharp slap of his tongue, right across True’s shaft.

“Fuck!” That sting was fucking amazing. True felt it all the way to his toes and it felt like it was still vibrating inside his cockhead. “Again,” he muttered. He wanted to feel it again.

The tiny, stinging blow rocked him again, stealing his breath.

“Damn, you’re good at that.” It didn’t hurt that there a strong connection between him and Lane, something that had been thrumming between them from the get go. True knew it was pheromones and destiny and lust and chemistry, all coming together. This was what it meant to be destined for each other, to be mates. There was no sense not trusting in it. That made no difference whatsoever. It simply was what it was, and True’s body drew him headlong into it.

He began thrusting his hips, pushing into Lane’s mouth. He still hadn’t grabbed hold of Lane’s head, but only because he’d dug his fingers into the couch cushions. Lane’s mouth was hot, yielding, possibly the sexiest thing he knew.

He finally couldn’t stand it anymore and wrapped his hands around Lane’s head, pumping hard. “Yes! Fuck! Your mouth.” It was like coming home, like being fed. Only better. Deeper somehow.

Sean

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Smutterday - Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

As promised today I have a smutty excerpt of Rapunzel for you.

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

When Guerilla Contracting is called out after hours to deal with electrical problems at the circus, gorilla shifter Joe expects to encounter animals in cages. He doesn’t like it, but knows it’s part of the territory when it comes to circuses. What he doesn’t expect to find is a naked man in the giraffe cage.

Giraffe has lived his entire life as an attraction at the zoo, moving from his home-cage to the work-cage and back. He’s not allowed to let anyone know he’s a shifter, and doesn’t mean to get caught as a man when Joe comes by his cage. Joe is nice, though, and when he asks Giraffe to come away with him, Giraffe does.

Joe’s interest in Giraffe shifts as he secrets Giraffe away to his home in the country, becoming about more than just saving Giraffe from his cage.

Could it be possible that Giraffe feels the same way Joe does, or will he want to return to the only home he’s ever known?

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smutty excerpt:

Joe woke up a few times in the night, unused to sleeping with someone. Not that he was complaining, it felt good sharing his bed with Rafe, good enough that he didn’t mind being woken. He woke for the last time at some point after dawn, the light creeping in through the windows. He nuzzled into Rafe’s neck, his arms wrapped around the long body.

Rafe stretched, belly growling against Joe’s torso. His giraffe was hungry. Joe stroked the noisy stomach, making soothing noises. Rafe’s soft little sounds made him want to draw Rafe close, cradle him. When the noises continued, he did exactly that, keeping Rafe safe and warm against him. He wouldn’t let anything hurt this beautiful creature.

A soft sigh brushed his cheek, tickling his hair with the gentle exhale. It made him shiver and he held Rafe tighter, the long curls like silk. He felt Rafe blink against him, eyelashes tickling his skin.

He had morning wood, that was normal. But now it was growing harder, Rafe’s unwitting touches sweet and arousing. Rafe touched him, fingers sliding over his belly, tracing his cock, completely unashamed. He moaned, surprised by Rafe’s touches, but also pleased by them. He guessed shame was learned and Rafe hadn’t had a chance to learn that about touching and sex.

He reciprocated, reaching for Rafe’s cock and touching it, learning the shape of it. It was long, which seemed fitting. Rafe arched slowly, the motion dreamlike, graceful. Joe hummed, wrapping his hand around Rafe’s cock and pulling slowly, wanting to bring pleasure. A low sound rang out, filled the air with an odd music, and Joe kept stroking, wanting more of those noises. They made his belly warm and his cock even harder. Rafe matched him stroke for stroke, joining with him.

He gasped softly, eyes going to Rafe’s face. He stared into the golden brown eyes, seeing his own pleasure reflected back at him. Beautiful man. For the first time since he’d seen Rafe, the man looked confident, sure. Smiling, Joe slowly brought their mouths together, giving Rafe time to back off if he didn’t kiss. Rafe chuckled and pushed into Joe’s arms, a happy murmur brushing his lips.

Joe dipped his tongue between Rafe’s lips and into the warm, wet mouth. He tasted Rafe, the flavor green and grassy, slightly wild in the way only one of their kind could be. Rafe fed him another merry little laugh and their tongues touched. A sensation like an electrical shock went through him and he moaned, one hand dropping to Rafe’s ass. He brought their bodies together, rubbing hard.

Rafe grabbed him, eyes bright, awake, and aware. Joe hadn’t expected the passion and joy to be right there for the taking. But it was. He took another kiss, sucking on the tip of Rafe’s tongue. He supposed this should be expected. Sex was natural as breathing.

Sean

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Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel now out!

I had so much fun working on Fairytale Shifters: Beauty and the Beast, that I immediately began the next one in the series, which happened to be Rapunzel. And I made it a goal to finish it in time to get it edited and the cover made so that it could come out during Halloween month (because isn't that just the perfect time for a paranormal?) It is now out!

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

When Guerilla Contracting is called out after hours to deal with electrical problems at the circus, gorilla shifter Joe expects to encounter animals in cages. He doesn’t like it, but knows it’s part of the territory when it comes to circuses. What he doesn’t expect to find is a naked man in the giraffe cage.

Giraffe has lived his entire life as an attraction at the zoo, moving from his home-cage to the work-cage and back. He’s not allowed to let anyone know he’s a shifter, and doesn’t mean to get caught as a man when Joe comes by his cage. Joe is nice, though, and when he asks Giraffe to come away with him, Giraffe does.

Joe’s interest in Giraffe shifts as he secrets Giraffe away to his home in the country, becoming about more than just saving Giraffe from his cage.

Could it be possible that Giraffe feels the same way Joe does, or will he want to return to the only home he’s ever known?

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excerpt (there will be a smutty one on Smutterday)

Joe pulled up at the circus on the fairgrounds just out of town and parked the truck near the front entrance. The place looked abandoned without the music and the lights and all the people. Like a ghost town, almost. He climbed out and headed for the front gate, a figure peeling itself off the wall as he approached.

“Guerilla Contracting,” he called out. The name of his business always made him smile, the double entendre entirely private—his own little secret. “I’m Joe. You guys have an electrical problem?”

The guy nodded. “Wooster. Boss said to bring you out to the junction box. None of the lights in the big tent are working. We had to refund tonight’s box office.”

Joe guessed that was not something anyone was happy about. It would be bad publicity, too, the circus not being able to put on a show.

“Let me just grab my toolbox.” He did so, then followed Wooster through the gates and among the tents to the caravans out the back, a huge mess of electrical junctions and wires promising him a long night. Oh well, that was what they paid him the big bucks for, and it wasn’t like he had anyone waiting for him at home.

Wooster showed him the trail of wires that ran to the big tent, then pointed to an old silver Airstream with a big W painted on the front. “My supper’s going cold. Come and get me if you need me.”

“You got it.” He tipped his head and watched Wooster head toward the trailer, leaving him alone with the smells and small noises that kept the night from being quiet. Okay, so the circus was a little creepy all dark and shut down like this, with the hint of life hiding away.

Joe shook it off and went to work, beginning with testing wires and connections. Still, he swore he could feel eyes on him, a constant curious gaze. He put it down to the horror-book setting and kept working. His searching along the wires brought him to where the animal cages were and he had to bite back his growls as he saw lions and tigers and monkeys in cages. He hated seeing animals in cages. He could smell elephants, too, and… a giraffe?

He put down his tools and moved among the cages, looking in on all the beasts. The mother elephant was sad, quiet, but well cared for. The monkeys were playing, happy in their family, and the…

Wait. Wait, there was a man in the giraffe’s cage. A tall, lean man with a mass of coppery hair and precious little else. The cage reeked of giraffe, which meant this stunner was like him, both man and beast. Joe knew other shifters existed, but he’d never met another one before.

He met the warm brown eyes. “Hello there.”

The man smiled, nodded to him, and blinked slowly.

Joe couldn’t believe there was a shifter here, and that he was caged. It made him angry enough to see animals caged, whether they were happy and cared for or not. But for there to be a shifter in the same boat brought him rage. That just wasn’t right.

“Are you okay? Are they treating you right?”

The man nodded, smiled again, and offered him a stalk of celery. Joe took the celery and looked at it, took a bite. It was celery.

“Can you speak?” Was this guy so mistreated that he couldn’t?

“It’s not allowed.” The whisper was barely audible.

Joe didn’t like the sound of that at all. “Why not? You’re a man, aren’t you?”

The giraffe-man shook his head, eyes wide.

“Of course you are! Are they holding you prisoner here?” Joe wanted to beat his chest and tear open the bars that held this lovely man captive.

“Are they?” Those eyes were huge, liquid.

Jesus, had this guy been raised in captivity as an animal his whole life? He was leaning toward the answer being yes. “What’s your name?”

“Giraffe."

Sean

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Marked now out!

Marked

Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine".

Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn't fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he's not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again.

Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?

Now available at Resplendence Publishing!


smutty excerpt:

They weren't far from Barker's loft apartment, and all too soon they were walking through the lobby toward the elevator. His hotel room was just across the street, looking in.

"You can't just drag me in here."

"I just did."

The elevator door opened, like the motherfucker willed it, and he was shoved inside. Barker followed, hitting the button for the sixth floor. Then the man stalked right up to him.

Cody blinked behind the glasses, took a step back, unable to resist the compulsion. Barker didn't bring their mouths together, though. The man just stared down at him.

His heart slammed in his chest, his breath huffed out of him. "I hate you."

"Mmm hmm. I hate you, too." Fuck, Barker's voice was growlier than ever.

The elevator slid to a stop. The doors opened and they stood there, glaring at each other, eyes burning. Then Barker grabbed his wrist and hauled him out of the elevator and into Barker’s loft, the walls nothing but windows.

His glasses were torn from him, and flung across the room, and he gasped, hands immediately moving to hide his eyes.

"Don't." Barker grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face.

Cody groaned, lips parting, fingers curling into claws as he squeezed his eyes closed.

"Look at me." Before he could reply or comply, Barker's mouth was on his, the kiss desperate.

Oh. Oh. Cody opened, the flavor crashing over him like a ton of bricks, the need so sharp he yipped with it. Barker shoved him against the wall, body pressing against him. Barker's teeth nipped his bottom lip, opening him wider. Hot and wet, Barker's tongue pushed in, fucking his lips.

Cody’s eyes popped open because he had to see this, had to remember every second, every minute. Barker's eyes stared right into his, right into him.

His cock jerked, hot spunk spurting from him, spreading in his pants from the heat in those dark eyes. Barker's nostrils flared; he could tell the man was scenting him.

He tensed, embarrassed as if he were just a boy. He had to get out of here, lick his wounds. Then Barker's mouth was on his again, hips grinding into him. Barker fed from his lips, refusing to let him back away, demanding every second of his need.

"Gonna fuck you," muttered Barker. "Gonna take this ass." Barker's hands grabbed his butt, squeezed.

His entire body went on high alert, but he shook his head. "Won't let you." It was a lie, and they both knew it.

"Good. It'll be more fun that way." Growling hard, Barker started pushing him toward the big bed.

His cock started coming back to life and he snarled softly, warning Barker that he could bite. Barker groaned, kept pushing him in the direction of the bed. Cody pushed back, their lips mashing together, the pressure splitting their lips. Grabbing his ass, Barker hauled him up against the solid body, his feet coming off the ground, letting Barker keep them moving.

"Cheating," he snarled, but his legs wrapped around Barker's hips.

"Can't cheat. No rules." Barker carried him right over to the bed and threw them both down on it, the big body pushing him hard into the mattress.

Sean

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Throwback Thursday -- Need and Chosen (with steamy excerpt)

I thought I would go with a paranormal story today as it's Halloween tomorrow! So I chose Need, my first published paranormal, and then of course I had to include the sequel, Chosen. There's a naughty excerpt from Need below as well.

When Bast picks up Trick, a street hustler with few prospects, Trick is prepared to play along, to have some fun. What he’s not prepared for is falling in love. Good thing for him the obsession is shared on both sides, Bast just as quickly falling for him, needing him.

But Bast is far older than Trick can even imagine, and he has another necessity that’s just as pressing as his love for Trick. Will his vampire nature drive them apart? Or can Trick accept that need takes all forms, and give himself to Bast completely?

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Vampire Bast and his lover Trick are still alive, or not, and kicking in this sequel to Need! Still very human Trick is dealing with the difficulty of having a lover who can't go out in the sun, Bast is trying to accept the changes the world throws at him, and they're both working on understanding the bond between them.

Trick has asked Bast to feed on him alone, and while that's easy enough for Bast because of his deep love for Trick, it causes all sorts of complications. Their friends don't really understand what happens when Bast feeds on Trick, worried that Bast will somehow do his lover harm. Trick figures they're just jealous because he has Bast and they don't, but it could cause serious problems for the pair when their old crowd starts threatening to take Trick away.

To make matters worse, Trick knows he's not getting any younger, and he's starting to worry that he won't be able to keep Bast happy, or fed, for the rest of his life.

Can Trick and Bast settle the problems that seem to follow them? Or will they fold under the pressure of being a vampire and his Chosen?

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Steamy Excerpt from Need:

Bast opened to Trick, letting himself be kissed and touched, his focus on controlling his need. Trick was heavy against him, hot and hard, the smell of semen and bourbon and blood wafting in the air.

Trick's tongue surged into his mouth, sliding along his teeth and tangling with his tongue. One of Trick's hands slid into his hair, angling his head and sliding his mouth sideways, changing the kiss as Trick's tongue slid deeper.

He pulled Trick's t-shirt out from the waistband, hands moving to trail over the warm skin, tracing muscles that jumped for him, leapt up into his touch. He moaned into Trick's mouth, hips pushing up.

Trick pushed back, the motion rolling, rhythmic, pressing their erections together, the bite of Trick's zipper cold through his skintight clothes.

Bast was awash with need, hungry as if he hadn't fed both passion and thirst with a sweet young thing with blood like cheap wine and strawberries only hours ago. It was terrifying, agonizing, unbearably exciting.

The mouth feeding from his pulled away as Trick slid the zipper of Bast's catsuit down and pushed the material off his chest. Trick's hot mouth closed over one of his nipples, teeth grazing and tongue sliding hot and wet.

Bast watched as Trick nibbled and suckled at his skin. The curve of Trick's neck was bared, close and throbbing with life, calling with a steady low wail - oboe solos in an empty concert hall. Bast traced the fine line with one finger, cock swelling impossibly at the pulse beneath his touch.

Or maybe like the scream of a thin-lipped punker, backed by nothing but a snare and a beat-up Les Paul.

Trick slid the zipper down further, fingers beneath it, making sure it slid smoothly over his cock. The warm skin slid against him, just a tease, and then disappeared again once his suit was completely unzipped.

"Oh, Sweets, you make me ache." Bast tugged the dark cotton t-shirt off Trick's chest, hands ranging over the hot-smooth skin.

Trick's eyes met his as Trick arched into his touch; they were full of passion and hunger. "I know the feeling."

He groaned, surging up so his body met Trick's, hissing at the heat and pleasure that filled him. He ducked his head against the hard shoulder, letting his open mouth trail over blood pumping close to the surface. Symphonies. He could hear symphonies pounding away inside those veins. "Who are you, Sweets? What magic do you hold?"

"I'm Trick -- told you I was good." The cocky words were spoken somewhat breathlessly, one of Trick's hands twisting his nipple, the other sliding down between them toward his cock.

"Want you. Hungry..." So close, Bast could feel the life, right there, right beneath his tongue and this one would taste so sweet, so good. "Oh..."

"Oh yeah." Trick's hand circled his cock and began to stroke him, pulling strong and steady. "Let me fuck you, Bast? I'll make you feel so good."

"Yes. Want to feel you inside me." Bast groaned, fingers tangling within Trick's hair. The temptation to tilt the boy's head and draw that fascinating rhythm into himself was painful. "Want to feel you deep."

"Yeah, that's right, deep inside you." Trick shifted, pulling them up and then beginning to work his skintight suit off. "Trick'll take care of you."

"Will you?"


Sean
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