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Gavin, Baron Stephenson is an
aristocrat accustomed to taking his pleasures where he will, but he always
comes home to his oldest friend, his dearest lover, his servant Marcus.
The Aristocrat & His Servant
is a 5,500-word erotic story of lovers indulging in light-hearted banter and
little afternoon frolic. This is Book One in a Series recounting the sensual
adventures of Baron Stephenson and his lover, Marcus Jennings.
Contains explicit, consensual
sex. Not for those under 18 years of age.
EXCERPT
The heavy velvet bed curtains
muffled the noises in his chamber, but Gavin found himself dragged into
wakefulness just the same, although he'd had all too few hours of sleep. He
kept his eyes closed, attempting to keep hold of the tempting visions that had
anointed his sleeping hours. He'd stumbled home as the sun rose in the sky,
ebullient and more than a little tipsy after a night of cards in the gambling
hells of London with his friends. Lady Luck had smiled upon him the night
before in more ways than one. He'd come home with pockets full of coin, and a
handful of scraps of paper that proved that luck at the card tables didn't of
necessity mean no luck in the boudoir.
Yawning, Gavin reluctantly left
behind sensual dreams of guinea gold curls and liquid blue eyes, of plump rosy
lips wrapped around his aching length. Dreaming of the young man who'd lost
hand after hand of cards to him the night before was hardly satisfying, not
when he had the means to achieve a much more solid sort of repayment of the
debt at hand. Stretching, Gavin kicked aside the thin bed covers. His fine lawn
nightshirt rode up, baring his thighs and throbbing erection to the air. He
didn't recall undressing the night before, and rather hoped he'd managed to do
more than drop his clothing in a pile on the floor. Marcus never liked it when
he was careless, and he'd be in for a few difficult moments if he'd destroyed
any of his clothing in his drunken state. It wasn't the location of his
garments that brought him awake though. It was the whereabouts of those
all-important bits of paper.
The burgundy velvet drapes
rattled as they were pulled aside. "Good afternoon, My Lord."
Jennings's ruthlessly cheery voice pried his eyelids open and Gavin let go of
the remnants of his dream seduction. Bright searing light from opened windows
declared the accuracy of Marcus's assertion. It was indeed past noon. Squinting
into the appalling light, Gavin spied his clothes neatly draped upon a brocade
chair by the fireplace. His winnings appeared to be heaped upon the side table
next to the chair, near a stub of a candle in a silver holder, an empty port
decanter and a half-filled glass. Relieved, he turned his head from the
sunlight streaming through the windows. Marcus had a bit of a cruel streak that
surfaced at inopportune moments. No, not cruel, perhaps he'd be better to say
his lover's sense of humor was just a bit off. Ordinarily he'd have chided the
man for his mirth, but this day... He was inclined to allow his oldest friend
his prank, especially as last night's drinking left him muzzy headed. He'd had
just enough it seemed to make him malleable without causing the devilish
headache of overindulgence. The young man from the gambling hell with his sweet
limbs and complete innocence of the wicked ways of the ton would be his soon
enough. Meanwhile, there were more urgent matters to take care of.
"Jennings," he
paused, letting his desire show, revising the formality of his approach. The
man might be his valet and trusted personal servant, but more than that, he was
Marcus, Gavin's first lover, best friend and most cherished companion.
"Marcus. Attend me." His voice was a combination of hoarse lust and
alcohol induced huskiness that grated on his own ears, but Marcus didn't seem
to mind. Twisting sinuously on the silky sheets, Gavin dragged a finger up the
thick vein on the underside of his cock, smiled at his valet's sharp intake of
breath, and stretched again, arching his back until his vertebrae cracked.
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ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it Cathy!
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