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The Captain's
Cabin
While the captain and first
mate negotiate a shipment, Mick cleans the captain's cabin then strips down to
wait, avoiding the threat of watching instead of participating in their sexual
play.
EXCERPT
Mick opened the portholes to
let some air into the hot and muggy captain's cabin. The rest of the crew was
ashore in the mangy harbor town drinking and fucking, so it was safe enough no
matter how rowdy things got when Robbie and the Captain returned. The fresh sea
air tempted him to linger, but he had a deadline to meet.
His lovers had rowed ashore
with the crew to negotiate a shipment of rum for their next port call at Charleston
He'd rushed to get the place
ship-shape before they returned. The whitewashed cabin was neat as a pin,
whatever the fuck that meant. It was something he'd picked up from Robbie. His lordship, the first mate. Mick
shivered. Robbie was...if he'd had to choose between the Captain with his broad
shoulders and piercing blue eyes, and Robbie's slender elegance, he'd have been
hard pressed to decide. His captain could be rough, abrupt and harsh, but
Robbie's punishments were always the more devastating.
Spin the Bottle
Corey takes his seat in the
circle, ready for his chance to spin the bottle, but Tarek's shocking
revelation brings his dreams crashing down.
EXCERPT
Laughter and squeals greeted Corey as he descended
the narrow stairwell into Amir's basement. He followed the sounds down the dark
hallway into the game room. A large punch bowl on a side table held everyone's
keys. Corey clenched his fist around the key to his own Mustang. Not this time.
He shoved the keys in his pocket. Hopefully when it came time to split up,
they'd be too drunk to notice him leaving alone.
Several people lounged in the dark corners, mostly
established couples who had no interest in Amir's games. Others sat in a circle
on the carpeted floor.
His gaze was drawn instantly to the handsome Amir,
seated cross legged in the circle, his hand poised over the empty beer bottle.
"Spin, spin, spin." The guests chanted,
giggling and eyeing each other speculatively.
This would be his night. Their night. He stepped
forward to fill an empty space in the circle. A hard hand closed on his
forearm. "Why the fuck do you let him do this to you every week?"
Corey shook off the grip. His skin burned where
Tarek, Amir's older brother, had touched him. His glance was drawn again to
Amir, who watched them intently. "Do what?"
"He's never going to give you what you
want."
"Come play, Corey. This might be your lucky
night." Amir laughed, pointing to the spot Corey had been heading for.
His Lordship's Journal
In a time where society
dictates that to be together is to court death,
an aristocrat cannot resist finding every excuse to be near his estate
manager.
EXCERPT
You sit across the room at the small mahogany desk,
stooped over a heavy ledger chewing the tip of a pen in concentration. Your
brow furrows just a bit, adding up the columns to double check. It's a waste of your time, because I just
reviewed the quarterly accounts, and I know exactly where the error in figuring
occurred. The chandler has overcharged for the beeswax candles used at last
night's ball. It's a mere few pounds difference, and not worth fussing over,
but it keeps you inside.
You appear a little out of place in the study my long
suffering mother decorated for me. She doesn't understand why you can't just
use the estate manager's office like your father did. I'm not entirely sure you
understand my reasoning either. My father, the late Earl, met with his estate
manager once a week for an accounting. I can't go that long without seeing you.
I know you'd rather be out there, riding the lands,
checking the fields and talking with my people. You're very much a hands-on
manager, but I want you here, where I can peek under my lashes at you and
remember.
Your face looks almost exactly like that when you
concentrate on pleasure...perhaps a little more flushed, more intense. The
calculations have your eyes narrowed in frustration. You think I'm being too
demanding.
In other settings you love that demand...
Tarek's Rule
Would it be foolish or unkind
for Tarek to take advantage of Corey's disappointment with Amir's duplicity to
press his own suit?
EXCERPT
Tarek leaned in close to Corey. Admittedly, he
thought the young man might run back to Amir.
He curled a hand around Corey's tense neck, massaging gently before
guiding his chin up to kiss his lips lightly.
Pulling back from their first kiss in the basement had tested his
willpower. He'd wanted so much more.
Corey gasped. "How did you know he was
cheating?"
Tarek traced the tip of his tongue over Corey's full
lower lip, trying to steal another taste of temptation. "I taught him
how...the floor's uneven. It's all physics."
"I thought someday he'd realize..."
"He loves you, Corey. But not like I do."
He glided his tongue along the narrow top lip, nibbling gently with his teeth
at the plump bottom one.
"I think—"
Encouraged, Tarek tugged Corey closer until he could
feel the man's cock stirring. He ground against Corey, loving the tiny whimper
that elicited. "You think too much. Just feel." He was pushing Corey
hard, he knew that, taking advantage, but damn it, he'd waited years.
"Fuck that." Corey's light growl made Tarek
chuckle again. "Kiss me like you mean it."
"Like this?" He brought their mouths
together again, no teasing this time, just taking. His tongue plunged deep, seeking and finding
places that made Corey groan and whimper.
His hands dropped down, tracing their way back up under Corey's T-shirt,
finding bare skin.
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