Fin de Siecle
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by A. J. Llewellyn
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: In this final chapter of the Honeybone series, Dean Honeybone thinks he's done with his career as a US Marshal?except that even his best laid plans go astray. Moving to Paris with his lover, Jean-Luc, who has accepted a job in a Michelin-starred restaurant as its new chef, Honeybone thinks he's headed for a quiet life. He enrolls their adopted daughter, Kaia, into a prestigious elementary school and ponders his next move when Jean-Luc's former lover, Vincent, is accused of art theft. It's a major case spanning three continents and a venerated California museum whose curator now stands trial on art theft charges in Paris. Jean-Luc asks Honeybone to step in and discover who might have set up Vincent. Not that Honeybone wants to do this. Vincent is clearly still in love with Jean-Luc?however, Honeybone realizes there's a lot at stake. In French, Fin de Siècle means the end of something momentous?in the art world, it means something else. Will Honeybone and Jean-Luc find peace and happiness in the city of love or will Honeybone's nightmares of his longtime nemesis, Richard Stance, prove to be more than just bad dreams?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Reading time: 53-75 min.
Having never spent much time in Paris, I had no idea how long the walk was to the Eiffel Tower but it had become our obsession to climb it and kiss each other at the top. Other people bared their breasts and mooned the tourists and did other dumb stuff, but plenty of lovers, just like us, kissed under the lights shining down on the city.
"Baby, I'd love a glass of wine," Jean-Luc said. The streets were packed and it buoyed us. It was like Mardi Gras in the middle of the night. We found a small wine bar and it was slammed.
"One glass. I want to share it with you," Jean-Luc said against my mouth. "What would you like?"
His French was perfect and I never got tired of hearing him talk. I stayed close to him, our hard cocks gently rubbing against one another as he caught the bartender's attention.
"They have anisette," Jean-Luc said to me. I nodded and he ordered two, shouting over the heads of other people clustered around the bar. I wanted to pay but my hands were a little busy in my lover's unzipped fly. I'd never done anything so outrageous in public and Jean-Luc's raised brow showed me that he was surprised. Another part of him, one of my favorite parts, showed me it liked the whole idea.
"Fuck," he said. "We're parents. We can't do this."
"Sure we can. There's gotta be a restroom, right?"
He stared at me a moment. "Dean, you always manage to thrill me."
We pushed our way through the throng, Jean-Luc's arms holding up our drinks, my hands busy on his body. We worked our way to the dark, red-tinted corridor. A lot of people seemed to have the same idea. We found a dark spot and I pushed him against the wall, dropping to my haunches to take his hard shaft into my mouth. He sipped the aperitif in his hand. His other hand nudged me. I moved my mouth and he poured a little of the drink onto his cock. I went berserk. People brushed against us, but I didn't care. I had to slurp up the licorice-tasting liqueur before it burned my baby's tender skin. He moaned, but I could tell it felt good. I worked him with my lips and tongue, loving the taste of Jean-Luc competing with the spirit. I inhaled, the strong scent of the aperitif giving me an extra high. I felt him starting to come in my mouth and I sucked him all the way in, my nose buried in his beautiful crotch when he came.
"Oh, Dean." He slumped against the wall. I finally released him and straightened. I kissed him.
"You like the taste of you and the anisette on my tongue?" I asked when he finally stopped sucking it.
"Let's go home. I want to fuck you."