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The third in my Strategic Affair series released yesterday! It is called Interlude and is only .99! It is for adult audiences only, so if you're under 18 please wait to buy!
Ronan and Steel’s explosive first encounter resulted in a new partnership for them both on the job. Now join these strong, sexy men as they take their maneuvers into the bedroom. Their steamy encounter could be the start of an entirely different kind of partnership. They can trust each other with their lives, but can they trust the other with their hearts?
Interlude is part of the serialized story Strategic Affair. Each installment stands alone, but read together, Ronan and Steel’s story sizzles!
You can find it DRM free at Smashwords, and ARE or for the Kindle. Nook link coming soon!
Even kitteh likes to read ebooks ;)
Steel’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he negotiated roads, eyes on the bumper of the motorcycle Ronan drove as they cruised out of Santa Barbara. The time for them to fuck was almost here and he felt as if he’d been waiting forever.
Ronan wove in and out of traffic, and Steel couldn’t help but chuckle. After their hot connection last night and their frantic office sex earlier, he shouldn’t have been ready for Round Three so soon. But he was aching already, ready to top the gorgeous guy on the bike.
They’d been to Ronan’s house, Steel checking it out as the other man had packed some clothes and toiletries, his laptop, and had thrown a couple of suits in a garment bag. Though Steel wanted to look around, to find out what made Ronan tick, he had to content himself with checking out the art on the walls and the furnishings, that didn’t reveal as much as he would have liked.
He wanted to get to know this guy better, but it was a delicate dance they were doing. He had no interest in making himself seem needy; but he had a genuine want to understand what Ronan was like, what his interests were, what he enjoyed doing—beside sex.
And as he watched the man moving around his own environment, packing for several days crashing at Steel’s pad close to LA, his intrigue grew. The framed photographs on Ronan’s wall were a mélange of shots of Ronan with friends—some teenaged boys, some military men—and a lot of nature pictures, everything from sailboats in crystalline waters that had to be Caribbean, to shots that looked as if they were from the Rockies. There were even a couple of pictures of the moon, black and white, stark and gorgeous.
Steel loved to figure out people, and Ronan intrigued the hell out of him. He’d take the man to bed before he got to know much more about him, but that was okay. That was fine. He’d learn about Ronan in time—their sexual connection didn’t need any explanation. It just was. And he had a feeling that they needed to hang on for the ride of their lives.
The other man and bike became one as he drove—he was incredibly comfortable on the machine. Just the notion of all that power purring so close to Ronan’s cock was enough to make Steel shiver, his own cock twitching hopefully.
“Soon, boy. Soon we’ll be home and we can…”
Can what? Just fuck, right? Steel didn’t need anything more than to get his rocks off, did he? Ronan was just coming over to stay because Santa freakin’ Barbara was too far from the action.
That was all it was—all it needed to be. A casual fuck, a working relationship.
But Steel knew it was more.
He pulled ahead, winking at the other man as they approached Malibu, his home turf. He wondered what Ronan would think of his place, the huge windows overlooking the Pacific, the comfortable furnishings, the memorabilia from movies he’d worked on over the last year or two. As Steel pulled into his driveway, Ronan’s front tire almost brushed his bumper. The guy was into danger, and that suited Steel just fine.
He jumped out of the car, the crashing waves and salty tang of the water calming him like nothing else ever had. Though he had a sneaking suspicion if he let the other guy in, he could have the same influence over Steel.
He grabbed Ronan’s bags out of his car, watching the other man, the way the jeans clung to his legs and the shirt opened at the throat. He wanted to fasten his mouth there, suck a red spot, make Ronan moan and buck under him.
All the blood ran to his dick and he barely bit back a groan.
Ronan and Steel’s explosive first encounter resulted in a new partnership for them both on the job. Now join these strong, sexy men as they take their maneuvers into the bedroom. Their steamy encounter could be the start of an entirely different kind of partnership. They can trust each other with their lives, but can they trust the other with their hearts?
Interlude is part of the serialized story Strategic Affair. Each installment stands alone, but read together, Ronan and Steel’s story sizzles!
You can find it DRM free at Smashwords, and ARE or for the Kindle. Nook link coming soon!
Even kitteh likes to read ebooks ;)
Steel’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he negotiated roads, eyes on the bumper of the motorcycle Ronan drove as they cruised out of Santa Barbara. The time for them to fuck was almost here and he felt as if he’d been waiting forever.
Ronan wove in and out of traffic, and Steel couldn’t help but chuckle. After their hot connection last night and their frantic office sex earlier, he shouldn’t have been ready for Round Three so soon. But he was aching already, ready to top the gorgeous guy on the bike.
They’d been to Ronan’s house, Steel checking it out as the other man had packed some clothes and toiletries, his laptop, and had thrown a couple of suits in a garment bag. Though Steel wanted to look around, to find out what made Ronan tick, he had to content himself with checking out the art on the walls and the furnishings, that didn’t reveal as much as he would have liked.
He wanted to get to know this guy better, but it was a delicate dance they were doing. He had no interest in making himself seem needy; but he had a genuine want to understand what Ronan was like, what his interests were, what he enjoyed doing—beside sex.
And as he watched the man moving around his own environment, packing for several days crashing at Steel’s pad close to LA, his intrigue grew. The framed photographs on Ronan’s wall were a mélange of shots of Ronan with friends—some teenaged boys, some military men—and a lot of nature pictures, everything from sailboats in crystalline waters that had to be Caribbean, to shots that looked as if they were from the Rockies. There were even a couple of pictures of the moon, black and white, stark and gorgeous.
Steel loved to figure out people, and Ronan intrigued the hell out of him. He’d take the man to bed before he got to know much more about him, but that was okay. That was fine. He’d learn about Ronan in time—their sexual connection didn’t need any explanation. It just was. And he had a feeling that they needed to hang on for the ride of their lives.
The other man and bike became one as he drove—he was incredibly comfortable on the machine. Just the notion of all that power purring so close to Ronan’s cock was enough to make Steel shiver, his own cock twitching hopefully.
“Soon, boy. Soon we’ll be home and we can…”
Can what? Just fuck, right? Steel didn’t need anything more than to get his rocks off, did he? Ronan was just coming over to stay because Santa freakin’ Barbara was too far from the action.
That was all it was—all it needed to be. A casual fuck, a working relationship.
But Steel knew it was more.
He pulled ahead, winking at the other man as they approached Malibu, his home turf. He wondered what Ronan would think of his place, the huge windows overlooking the Pacific, the comfortable furnishings, the memorabilia from movies he’d worked on over the last year or two. As Steel pulled into his driveway, Ronan’s front tire almost brushed his bumper. The guy was into danger, and that suited Steel just fine.
He jumped out of the car, the crashing waves and salty tang of the water calming him like nothing else ever had. Though he had a sneaking suspicion if he let the other guy in, he could have the same influence over Steel.
He grabbed Ronan’s bags out of his car, watching the other man, the way the jeans clung to his legs and the shirt opened at the throat. He wanted to fasten his mouth there, suck a red spot, make Ronan moan and buck under him.
All the blood ran to his dick and he barely bit back a groan.