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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Mike and Tomas are very much in love and committed to each other. Unfortunately, Mike's job takes him out of town for extended periods and after a while, seeing your lover on the computer monitor and having only your own hand for company begins to wear thin, especially when you're a bit of a pain slut, like Tomas is. With this in mind, Mike gets Tomas a present -- Cage. He's paid up for a week and Cage will do to Tomas the things Mike only wishes he could, all while Mike watches and directs the action. Will this gift be the first of many? And will it help Mike and Tomas feel closer despite the miles separating them?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Ball, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [96 KB]
Words: 20603
Reading time: 58-82 min.

God, Tomas was tired.

He was tired of working.

He was tired of schmoozing.

He was tired of being in Toronto while Mike was in LA.

He was tired of everything.

Tomas leaned back in his chair, pencil spinning in his fingers. His computer dinged, telling him there was a message coming in from his Mike. That made him smile. His hardworking California boy.

The message was simple. "Hey, baby. Skype?"

He chuckled. It was late enough that he could indulge. "Sure."

He got set up, turned the office overheads off and the desk lamp on, then logged in. His lover's smiling face appeared and he grinned. "Mikey."

"Hey, baby."

Oh, better.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." Mike was his quintessential California boy -- blond and tanned and blue-eyed. Breezy.

"Tell me about it. I like the weather out here, but I sure miss you, babe."

"I miss you." He grinned. "Paula and Lindsay asked about you yesterday." His sister and niece loved Mike. Adored him.

"Yeah? They take you out to lunch?"

"They did. We had sushi." He sighed softly. "Five weeks until you're home for a month, though, right?"

"I hope so, baby. I really do."

What the hell did that mean?

"They're talking about keeping me another few weeks or sending me to New York right after." There was something hinky in his lover's voice, something that made him nervous.

"But... I'm so ready for you to be home."

"I know. I, uh, maybe I can help with that."

"What?" He bounced. "Are you coming for a visit, love?" At that moment, someone knocked on his office door. He frowned. "Hold up, love."

"He's from me," Mike called to him as he got up.

"What?" Nutty man. "Who is it?"

"Go answer and find out."

Another knock sounded on the door.

He headed to the door. "Who is it?"

"Cage. For Tomas." The voice was low, deep, and it touched him deep in his belly.

"Cage? I don't know a Cage." He opened the door. "Can I help you?"

The man standing there was gorgeous. Tall, broad, with shaggy brown hair and the most intense brown eyes he'd ever seen. "You can if you're Tomas."

"I'm Tomas. I'm sorry; I'm not on the clock." Oh, God. Walking Wet Dream.

"I am, though." The man held out one big, solid hand. "Cage. At your service."

"I'm sorry?" He held his hand out to shake.

Cage's hand engulfed his. "Hi. You don't need to be sorry. You need to be less dressed, but you don't need to be sorry." Cage grinned widely and came in, closing the door behind him.

The lock clicked and his eyes went wide. "I. Excuse me?" What the fuck?

"I said get naked. This is your first time, so I won't punish you for questioning me, but I will next time."

Mike's voice came from the computer. "Is he there, Tomas?"

"Love? You know a Cage?"

"I do. Let him in."