It’s that time of year. Time for Santa and presents and all things delicious. Santa does bring different kinds of gifts you know. What if he brought you sexy presents that are too large to wrap? Can you imagine finding not just one but two sex men under your tree? I think you can handle it. From my HOT Dirty Little Lunches Collection… Enjoy your Thanksgiving holiday.
SANTA, SEX & SIN
“Did you see the final request for the damn campaign? Our client is a slave driver and then some. Honestly, if I have to look at one more freaking stuffed reindeer or even hear another damn version of I’ll Be Home for Christmas I’m going to puke!” Brandon Decker groaned as he tossed his pen across the office and eased back in his chair.
Justin Wells had to laugh. Moving behind him, he rubbed the man’s shoulders before lowering his head and kissing the side of his cheek. His cock instantly twitching, he eased his hand down the front of his lover’s chest, crawling his way to the man’s bulging groin. “First of all our client is paying a hefty sum for this entire campaign and if we make every detail glimmer like a damn string of festive lights, we’re set well into summer. Besides, the event is just a holiday photo shoot, not espionage you know. Stop growling. Enjoy the season.”
“Ugh. You know how I feel about Santa and candy canes and everything else around the holidays! Money or no money, I’m already sick of every aspect. We’re been working long hours and I’m not convinced all our hard work is going to matter.”
“You are indeed the original scrooge and you need to just suck it up. Business is business but… Let me think. What will it take to get the big brooding boy to smile? Oh I know. Allow me to take your mind off of everything for a little while.” Nipping his earlobe, he stroked up and down the length of his crotch, enjoying the way Brandon responded instantly. Stroking up and down, he loved the feel of just hot hard he could get his lover. His heart racing, he was ready to drop to his knees and suck Brandon off.
“If you don’t stop I won’t be able to get this finished in time to even set up the damn photo shoot,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. Instead of pushing him away, he reached back and rubbed his hands up and down Justin’s arms. “Feels good. You always know how to make me smile.”
“I hope like hell I’m turning you on. You want more? Hungry for a little afternoon nookie?” Justin cooed.
“God, you tempt me. Whew.” Wiggling in his seat, Brandon exhaled slowly and opened his legs wide.
Chuckling, he squeezed the man’s shaft through the dense jeans and darted his tongue in and out of his ear, allowing hot breath to skate across his neck. “You know, I want to shove my dick deep inside of you, reminding you every day how much I hunger for you, need you.” Of course he knew he was being nothing more than a distraction.
“Sweet Jesus! So, um… so… So, you did hire a model, didn’t you? You know, a perky little blond to kick Santa in his ass?”
There was nothing like the feel of the man’s throbbing shaft in his hand. Inhaling the musky scent of the man, he closed his eyes, envisioning thrusting his dick deep inside his lover’s ass. “Model?”
“Yeah, you know the model for the photo shoot in less than forty-eight hours? That model? The one if we don’t have all hot and ready in the tiny crimson elf suit we’re going to get fired girl? The one who will help us get all this money you’re talking about?” Shifting, he tilted his head and then opened his eyes wide. “Justin. Do not tell me.”
Freezing, he stopped stroking and groaned. “Fuck.”
“Oh no.” Jerking up from the chair he shook his head. “Please tell me you found the right voluptuous vixen. Please tell you did.”
“Well…” Shit! He’d been too damn busy handling several time consuming aspects about the event to even think about securing a model, which they had discussed well over a month before. “I guess telling you I thought you were going to find her is the wrong thing to say?”
“Damn it! You’re serious. You didn’t?” His eyes opening wide Brandon exhaled slowly and then brought his fist to his mouth. “Shit.”
“I’m sorry. I got busy in everything and I was trying to make certain we had all the details down with the shopping center and you know how prickly those bastards can be.” He could certainly tell his piss poor excuses with his partner weren’t going to fly.
“Un-fucking believable. You know what this means, right?”
“We’re figure something out.”
“Uh-huh. I’m going to go make a damn drink.” Skirting by Justin, he growled as he walked through the house.
He waited until Brandon was out of sight before cussing and kicking the leg of the chair. “Damn it!” As he started to pace back and forth, he realized just how horrendous the situation really was. They were the co-owners of Wells and Decker, only the hottest advertising firm in the River city, and yet they had a lot to prove. The big boys in New York and Los Angeles were sniffing around, attempting to take their largest clients. And clients were squirrely about mistakes.
If they did this right they would indeed be hooking into everything from a national football team to at least two major food manufacturers. Everything was tied into the success of this project, including their reputation and their entire bank account. There was far too much invested to fall down now, mistake or no mistake. Which is why his foible wasn’t just huge. His oversight could cost them everything, pushing them into no man’s land and complete bankruptcy.
For best friends and lovers Justin Wells and Brandon Decker, life together is full of passion. Co-owners of a highly coveted advertising firm in Richmond, they live the highlife, indulging in every toy money can buy. Unfortunately they are also missing what they consider to be a necessity in their lives – a third and a woman. Without a doubt they have the perfect sultry vixen in mind. Tawnie Porter is sweet, adorable and their very best buddy, but she had no clue they hunger for more than just her friendship. As the holiday season approaches, the men have to finish a campaign complete with Santa Claus and his reindeer. After a costly mistake, they were without one coveted model to seal the upcoming deal. Garnering a sinful thought, they set up a shoot in the local mall during the middle of the day, determined to win her heart, secure the campaign and entice her out of her conservative side. Little did they know that Santa had ideas of his own for the three and suddenly a dirty little lunch is the perfect candy coated treat. Then again, Tawnie is already on the naughty list…
See – Santa does exist…
Kisses and spanks