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by M. L. Rhodes
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: The sequel to Amber Allure's Best Seller Passion... Although Jesse McIntyre slings drinks in a gay bar, up until recently, he kept to himself and stuck to his rule never to hook up with customers. He'd been down that road before and bore the physical and emotional scars from it. The last thing he'd wanted was to fall for Robert Bauer, the wealthy businessman with the sexy smile who started frequenting the bar. They were opposites in every way, so Jesse never dreamed Robert, the pressed and polished owner and CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, might be interested in a tattooed, college drop-out bad boy like him. But when fate threw them together for a long weekend, they finally gave into the passion that had been brewing, and the resulting explosion rocked their worlds. Now, five months later, though the fire's still burning sinfully hot between them, the realities of their opposite lifestyles begin to take a toll. Robert's constant business travel weighs heavily on Jesse. When he realizes they're having more phone sex than real sex, and he's sleeping alone the majority of the time despite the fact he and Robert are supposedly living together, he worries there's more behind Robert's trips than just business. Jesse's sure Robert's avoiding him, avoiding them, but through the years his lover has built so many thick, protective walls to guard his emotions, Jesse finds it tough to get past them and discover why. He loves the man like crazy, and doesn't doubt Robert loves him, too, yet will love be enough to overcome whatever is haunting Robert and heal the rift that's slowly tearing them apart? Genres: Gay / Contemporary / BDSM / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
64 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [132 KB]
Reading time: 83-116 min.
"5 NYMPHS!...a well-written story and I look forward to revisiting these characters for a leisurely read in the near future!"--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
BJ's Pub was crazy busy--not unusual for a Friday night.
Jesse didn't mind. He always preferred busy to slow. Especially tonight, when he was about to crawl out of his skin with anticipation.
Robert had texted him several times throughout the day ... sometimes only a word or two, or a short but vivid sentence meant to stir his arousal. The man had clearly become an expert at stealthily texting sex talk to Jesse while he was in the middle of meetings. Who knew his classy, upstanding lover was such a devious pervert, Jesse thought with a grin.
The slow, teasing build had worked all too well, and had left him with a perpetually half-hard dick all day and an edgy buzz that had made it tough to concentrate. He'd taught his class at the art center on autopilot. Then he'd met his friend Eric at a new coffee house downtown, and couldn't even count the times Eric had laughed and given him shit for being off in la-la land. Same thing when Leila had called him this afternoon. She was in Paris for six months on an art fellowship, but although she'd told him all about the new project she was working on, he couldn't have repeated back a single thing she'd said. Then tonight at the bar, though he'd smiled and nodded appropriately, he'd only been half listening as customers talked to him about their days, their woes, their troubled love lives.
When they finally hit a lull in business, Benny, one of BJ's owners, a bearded, ponytailed, gray-haired man in his fifties, dressed in faded jeans, a splashy blue and red tropical print shirt, and flip-flops, came around behind the bar with Jesse. He often helped tend bar on busy nights, but at the moment he didn't look like that's what he had in mind. He leaned against the back counter, crossed muscular arms over his chest, and eyeballed Jesse with a grin and a humorous glint in his eyes.
"Havin' a good night?" he asked, the grin growing wider.
Jesse felt a smile twitch at his own lips as he leaned a hip against the bar. He and Benny had quickly become friends when Jesse came to work here at the pub a couple of years ago. He could tell from Benny's expression the man was about to give him crap over something. "Yeah. What're you getting at?"
Benny's gaze dropped briefly to Jesse's groin, then slid back up. "So, are you ... um ... happy to see me? Or is that for someone else?"
Jesse let his own grin slip free. "Been practicing that line all evening, haven't you?"
Benny laughed, a deep, jovial sound that drew the looks of several customers in the bar and brought smiles to their faces even though they had no way of knowing what was so funny. Benny had that effect on people. "Damn, and here I thought I was being so subtle."
"Subtlety ... not so much your strong point, Benny."
That elicited another laugh, even as his eyes dropped to Jesse's groin again. "Not so much yours either, apparently. Let me guess ... your man's coming home from one of his trips tonight and you're jonesing for him real bad."
Jesse continued to smile, but didn't shift his position, try to adjust himself, or otherwise fall for Benny's teasing. He'd been on the hairy edge of turn-on all day, no doubt, but he knew damn good and well that even at half-mast it wasn't as obvious as Benny was trying to make it sound. It was more likely his boss had noticed Jesse's distracted conversations with customers, or the way he kept checking the clock above the bar rather than measuring with any true accuracy the size of his package.
"Does John know you're checking out other men's equipment when he's not around? Wonder what he'd say about that?" Jesse arched an eyebrow in humorous challenge. John was the other owner of BJ's Pub, and Benny's lover and partner of thirty years.
"Oh, so you're going to play dirty, eh? Well, for your information, John and I have been checking out men's equipment as you call it, since before you were even a gleam in your mother's eye, boy-o. I think John would agree that I have particularly good taste and a keen eye for detail."
"Yes, he does agree," John said, exiting the office door next to the bar and joining them. Clean shaven, with short, neatly trimmed gray hair, and dressed tonight in pressed gray slacks, an immaculate striped dress shirt, and a purple silk tie, he was the antithesis of Benny. He was also shorter than Benny, and lean compared to Benny's muscular bulk. And his soft, cultured voice was nothing like Benny's boisterous tone. Yet Jesse had never known a more loving, committed couple in spite of the fact the two men were total opposites.
"You see!" Benny said with a smirk. "I rest my case."
"Just so I know what the conversation is about, what is it I'm agreeing you have good taste and a discerning eye for?" John asked, glancing at his lover with a fond smile, then winking at Jesse.
"We were discussing Jesse's current state of distraction."
"Ah, you mean the hard-on he's been sporting all night," John said. "It's a very fine one, indeed."
"Oh, come on," Jesse said, laughing. "It's not that obvious!"
"Maybe only to a couple of old leches like us who've been around a block or two," Benny said, grinning.
"And to Jesse's handsome lover, no doubt," John added. "I'm certain an intelligent man like Robert Bauer is fully aware of what's waiting for him at the end of a long business trip and can't wait to indulge."
"Mmm. I agree. Come to think of it, I think our Jesse and his man are nicely matched in the attributes department, wouldn't you say?" Benny asked his lover, as if Jesse weren't standing right there.
"Oh, undoubtedly. Very well matched. Can you imagine how they must look together, all that hard heat at once? What would you say? Eight inches, both of them?"
"You two are bad. Evil. I can't believe I work for you." Jesse was still laughing.
"Should we tell him?"
"I don't know ... I'm sort of enjoying the fact he hasn't realized it yet."
"Realized what?" Jesse demanded.
"That the object of your desire just walked in the door, and he's as hard for you as you are for him," Benny said.
Jesse, who'd had his back to the door, spun around. Like a homing beacon, his gaze locked with Robert's deep-blue one, and his heart began to pound. And this time, there was no denying his cock's instant reaction--it swelled to full, painful stiffness in the tight confines of his jeans.
Everything around him ceased to exist and all he saw, all he felt, was the man he loved striding toward him, looking spectacularly sexy in all black tonight--expensive black dress slacks and a long-sleeved shirt, his top button undone exposing the lickable column of his neck. His eyes glistened with an intense desire that slammed into Jesse, sapping his ability to think and stealing his breath.
"I'm taking my break now," he managed to mumble to Benny and John.
"Use the office," John said with a knowing smile. "We'll make sure you're not interrupted."
Jesse wasn't sure if he said thanks or not. He was already too busy walking--stumbling--backward toward the office door. Backward because he couldn't tear his gaze from Robert's. He felt the wooden door against his back. His hand closed around the doorknob, turned it, and then he was in the room lit only by the green-shaded banker's lamp on the broad desk.
Robert was just feet away now. His short, spiky, light brown hair that was just beginning to get a few strands of gray at the temples looked deliciously tousled. His square, chiseled jaw bore a sexy five-o'clock shadow. His full lips begged to be kissed. And those eyes ... they had the power to see all the way through to Jesse's soul, and he found himself a willing and open window for them.
Robert slipped through the door, shut it, and locked it behind him. Then, in a swift move, he grabbed Jesse by the shoulders, pushed him back against the wall, and claimed his mouth in a hungry crush.
Jesse's hands came up to burrow in Robert's hair, pulling his face closer, feeling the scrape of Robert's stubble against his lips. The man tasted like cinnamon, along with healthy doses of comfort and sin--a strange combination maybe, yet it was familiar, arousing, and uniquely him. Nothing had ever tasted so good. Their tongues lashed in an erotic fucking, sliding and thrusting with abandon, while Robert's groin ground against Jesse's in slow, lascivious circles.