Let’s get this party started, shall we? I’m thrilled to be a part of another blog hop and not only do I have some sexy prizes in store for you but a lot of hot excerpts. So it begs the question – what’s so wrong about being naughty this time of year? I mean come on – it’s really not that much fun to be nice – is it?
You know what I mean. Go buy something a little festive for you and your partner and see what kind of naughtiness you can come up with
– just in time for Santa. I thought I’d give you a sassy little snippet from my hot off the presses holiday release – St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy. Now this is an erotic piece BUT – it’s with a message to. Don’t always judge a book by it’s cover – oh and no pun intended. Just when you think somebody might be a scrooge, remember they can be simply hiding behind a mask. This is one of my m/m excerpts but it’s really a menage and BDSM with a twist of course. It’s “X” rated so be careful you don’t burn!
ST. NICK’S NIGHT OF XSTASY – REBEL INK PRESS
“Hey Frank, happy holidays,” Nick said to the guard as he entered his prominent gated homeowners association. As the gate arm slowly inched upward, the distinguished gentleman stepped out of the small brick enclosure to greet him. Nick rubbed his tired eyes. It had been a very long week.
“Evening Mr. St. Peter. Merry Christmas.” As Frank tipped his hat, his white hair fluttered in the breeze. Even in the dim light of the crested moon, his rich green eyes were smiling.
“Taking time off for the holidays?”
“I am, sir. Me and the wife are going to Michigan to visit my brother.”
“Good for you! Here’s a little something for Christmas.” For some reason Nick felt more generous this year.
Frank smiled and took the envelope and tipped his hat. “Thank you, sir. I hope Santa is good to you this year.”
“Me too.” Nick grinned as he drove into the well-lit community, ready for a hefty glass of bourbon, a good cigar and the soft confines of his leather couch. And watching a winning Jets game. Chuckling, he turned onto his street and rolled down the long, aggregate driveway. As the garage door swung open, he was surprised and pleased.
Cord was home early.
Well, perhaps the week was looking up after all. Parking the car, Nick grabbed the bottle of booze and headed in the side door. The wafting scent of spaghetti laced with the delicious fragrance of fresh garlic and just a touch of his favorite hot ancho pepper were inviting and made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Nick missed his lover.
He had to laugh as he neared the kitchen, their usual hangout. Filled with stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops, the newly renovated room was nestled in the center of their decadent den of lust, as Cord had taken to calling the expansive multi-room entertainment area. His rendition of Santa Clause is Coming to Town could be heard over the sounds of the CD player. Cord’s singing wasn’t the best, but the man was filled with joy. Nick never understood why, given his choice of profession.
Being the corporate attorney for Nick’s firm certainly had its share of difficulties. What Cord Jenson had to deal with during all the hostile acquisitions representing Nick’s inherited firm, Troubled Waters, was beyond his comprehension at times. Not a single small company handled having their ailing firm ripped out of their hands without issuing a barrage of nasty words or a having a literal breakdown in the middle of their gleaming downtown offices. Nick had everything money could buy and a fabulous relationship while others suffered on a day-to-day basis. The dichotomy hit him hard, yet he couldn’t deny he was basically a happy man. Glancing at the twelve foot Christmas tree brightly lit in a combination of white and sparkling colored lights, he felt like a kid in a toy store.
“Santa Clause is coming… Santa Clause is coming…”
“I see you’ve been busy.” Nick surveyed the mess in the kitchen as he set his briefcase and the liquor store bag down on the side chair.
“And I see you’re your usual fashionably late.” Cord turned, gave him a saucy gaze, licked his lips and glided toward him. Pitching the kitchen towel across the room, he gazed down the length of Nick and sighed. “Dear God, I’ve missed you. Somehow jerking off in the hotel bathroom just didn’t do the same thing as having your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick.”
“With language like that, big boy, we won’t make dinner.” Nick drew Cord’s heated body to his and brushed his lips across his carved chin, relishing in the musky, tangy scent laced with the barest hint of Cord’s Obsession cologne.
Cord slid his massive hands down Nick’s back to cup his firm buttocks, dragging him into his throbbing cock. “Who says we need dinner? Although I am very hungry.” He chuckled as he crushed Nick’s lips, sliding his tongue into the deep recesses of his lover’s mouth.
As their tongues entwined, Nick moaned into the passionate moment. It had been far too long without having his lover in his bed. Every portion of his body tingling as he caressed Cord’s ass, grinding his hips into Cord’s cock, feeling just how badly he’d been missed.
Cord panted as he grazed his hands up and down the length of Nick’s back in a wild abandon of unrequited passion until Nick finally broke the kiss. “What’s wrong? Am I suddenly too much for you?”
Always the same tease, Nick gave him a naughty press of his lips before inching back. “In your dreams.”
“Perhaps in yours.”
Nick laughed as he grabbed the bottle of bourbon and headed toward the far counter, opening the mahogany cabinet door and grabbing out two crystal tumblers. “Why are you home early? Thought you weren’t going to be home until after the Christmas party?”
“And miss the wicked fun? Not a chance!” Cord whipped his shoulder length blond hair over his shoulder as he turned to the stove, grabbing the wooden spoon and stirring the sauce.
Nick raised his eyebrow as he grabbed ice and plopped the cubes into the glasses. “Uh huh, I know that tense stance of yours. What happened?” He poured them both a hefty amount of amber liquid and eyed his lover of four years, the longing forcing his cock into his crisp, linen Armani pants. At six foot six, the shaggy blond haired, green-eyed, rough-hewn slice of heaven was simply the most gorgeous man Nick had ever known. Damn, he was ready to drop to his knees and suck Cord’s cock.
“Eh, the truth is the Hellers were basket-cases. Brought in their attorney and threw down a series of accusations.”
Nick nodded as he placed a glass on the counter near the stove. “Oh hell, it’s Christmas. Let it go until after the holidays.”
Cord burst out laughing. He turned and shook his head as he grabbed the glass, lifting it in a toast. “A year ago I wouldn’t have heard those words out of your mouth. Touché, lover.”
Nick sighed and took a long sip, closing his eyes as the liquid burned the back of his throat. “A year ago I was still under duress.”
“True.” He swirled the drink in his glass, eyeing Nick with a savage stare while taking a heady gulp. “Hmmmm.”
“You’re right, who needs food?” Cord turned off the water for the pasta, extinguished the flame under the sauce, set his glass down with a thud and unzipped his pants. Folding his arms he grinned. “Come.”
Nick shook his head, a chuckle erupting from his lips. Toying with him, he licked the rim of his glass in languishing circles as he watched Cord’s eyes narrow, his breathing become ragged. “You want something?”
Cord cocked his head and growled before striding to him, yanking the glass from his hand and forcing him to his knees. “Suck me.”
Sabrina Spencer hated her job as a PR Executive for Troubled Waters, a ruthless acquisitions firm that took over companies on the verge of bankruptcy. It didn’t matter that her boss, sexy Nick St. Peter, was her dark fantasy. She considered him the enemy and the ultimate scrooge. Responsible for her mother’s caretaking, Sabrina had no other employment options. Forced to have dinner with the boss one snowy evening, she couldn’t remember any of the details the next day except that after too many drinks, she thought she told him about her kinky desires to be dominated. Mortified, she could barely face him the night of the holiday party.
No-one knew that Nick and the corporation’s attorney, Cord Jenson, were involved. They had everything in life that money could buy yet neither man was happy. They craved a third, the woman of their dreams and both were determined to win her heart. On the night of the party, a man in a Santa suit gave out scores of presents to the employees and a secret invitation to a scandalous erotic club to the woman Cord and Nick adored. Finally succumbing, Sabrina enjoyed a night of passion and complete domination at the hands of two men while secrets in every dark corner threatened to nearly destroy them. Shaken, Sabrina was unsure she could completely submit until a naughty elf came to the rescue.
I hope you enjoyed!
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