Shall we? I’m an author. I’ve been writing since I was five years old. Yep, believe it or not. I’d written 16 novels by the time I was 14 and no, none of them were polished enough to be published. However, I had some wonderful advice back in the day and I continue to pen stories that so many readers seem to love. After life taking precedence, I began writing in earnest five years ago. As many of you know, I’ve published just about 200 stories or novels since then through various publishers and some self-pubbing. The ride has been thought provoking, wonderful, disconcerting and educational. The publishing industry has changed significantly since I began even five years ago.
What hasn’t changed are readers who desire to be taken away from their every day lives, the basic drudgery of paying bills, dealing with sickness and troubles with family and friends. Books, movies, music, and art allow an escape into another world. As artists, we provide the good old fashioned fantasy. Turn on your television set or go to a movie. What do you see? Fantasies played out on the big screen. Tales of mystery and horror, lust and love have been around for decades. We need the escapism. We long for a better life. We live vicariously because of the imaginations of others. There are those who don’t like certain genres. I totally understand. We’re able (at least as Americans) to watch or read what we’d like. Thank GOD we live in such a society.
Do I live the various aspects of adventures in my books? Are you kidding me? Writers create a different world, nothing more. We express our joys, frustrations, anger and sadness through words penned on a page. This is called fantasy. Our writings often have nothing to do with who we are inside and certainly don’t reflect our basic morality. I kill people in thrillers. Do I condone? Let me scratch my head on this one. What I write is called entertainment, nothing more.
Enough of my soap box today. I have a story being re-published from Booktrope, a publishing company I’m so proud to write for as well as being the Managing Director of two fabulous imprints – Edge and Entice. I hope you enjoy.
I am Alexander—a teacher, a scoundrel, a voyeur and a true entrepreneur. In my world there’s little left to the imagination. That is, if you dare to taste what only I can offer. Welcome to The Peeping Hole, where every fantasy you’ve ever desired will come true, if you believe in a little magic. Leave your inhibitions at the door and join us. But you must remember, whatever happens here stays here and trust me, I will know…
Kade Thompson groused as he stared out the window of his office. Damn, the week had been long, and arduous at best, and there was still so much work to do. Another sixty-hour week and he was exhausted, longing for a bottle of vodka. He was just about as pissed off as he could be. Somehow he knew his increasing anger had zero to do with long hours. Then again, every client had been a pain in the ass recently. Glancing back at his computer screen, he was at least grateful the list of files was getting smaller, but shit, how many more clients was his workaholic boss going to take on? They weren’t freaking surgeons, after all. They were merely accounting personnel, hired to make certain the uberwealthy stayed that way. Yeah, so some considered him powerful. As if his suggestions could change lives.
Granted, they often did. However, he wasn’t fooled by their words of adulation or the many rather interesting offers that were funneled his way, especially during audit season. He could handpick just about any man or woman and in truth, not a single one of them had ever swayed him. He was a consummate professional, taking his job very seriously—maybe too seriously. That’s why he made the big bucks. Right? He snickered. Life was… Hell, he didn’t want to even think about anything outside of work.
Rubbing his eyes, he realized he should shut his damn mouth, given the fact he made a hefty salary, but he couldn’t help but think about the fact there was more to life than sitting behind a solid mahogany desk. The thought giving him a chuckle, he glanced at his watch and decided to call it a day. Hell, it was Friday after all. The rich people could wait until next week. He wanted to enjoy a quiet weekend. You mean a boring weekend. Crap. Yeah. That’s exactly what he meant. He’d been promising himself a kick-ass vacation, but to date, work had taken precedence.
He allowed his mind to wonder about sex. Glorious sex. God, he was damn horny. He wanted to be strapped down, flogged and fucked. Then he wanted to have the moment start all over again. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Trevor’s naked and powerful body looming over him with a whip in his hand, ready to dole out his much-deserved punishment. Hell, he’d been doing anything and everything to try and get the man to simply turn him over his knee and spank the crap out of him. Somehow he knew the glorious event was never going to happen.
No, Trevor Willis was many things, including being a fabulous lover when he took the time to be, but he wasn’t a Dom. Period. Nope. No matter how many hints he’d thrown or the actual conversations they’d had together, Kade could tell the man simply didn’t have it in him. He’d moved to his desires to have a ménage next and the guy had simply told him no. Now he laughed. “No” was one of Trevor’s favorite words. He said no to days off and no to vacations or even full nights together. Then there was no to telling his family about their relationship and no to going out together with friends. No. No. No! Kade was freaking sick of no’s.
He allowed the vision of Trevor to enter into his mind and he was instantly turned on. His attraction to the strapping black man wasn’t just about sex. They were equals on so many levels, from intellectually to how they grew up. They enjoyed the same sports, could carry on a conversation about anything for hours. Yeah, he had it bad for the man, but there were flaws in the concept. First, Trevor was his boss and secondly, there was the issue Kade craved a stronger man and a dominating relationship.
Groaning, he threw his things into his briefcase and walked out of his office, closing the door with a soft click. There were a few diligent employees left at seven on a Friday night, but very few. He stood quietly, pushing back his lurid thoughts. Garnering control, he yanked at his tie and sighed. Exhaustion was settling in. Tonight he was going to go home, grab a stiff drink and watch a game before nodding off early. Such a glorious life he led.
Kade inched toward the elevator when an ominous and very sultry voice caught his attention, stopping him in his tracks as the deep timbre always did. The sound also forced his cock to twitch every time, and tonight, the muscle was aching like a son of a bitch.
“Kade, I’d like to see you in my office before you go.”
Turning sharply to the sight of his boss, dressed to the nines in a slick Armani suit and silk tie that had to cost more than his Gucci leather briefcase, he groaned inwardly. “Yes, sir.” As he trailed behind the hulking giant, he realized he was sulking. Why the hell was he sulking? Oh yeah, he knew why. The two of them shared an on-again, off-again kink fest and lately, he was tired of playing second fiddle to everything, especially the man’s business.
Trevor was a sculpted black man with a spectacular body and the sexiest eyes he’d ever seen. He also had a thick dick Kade loved to suck on for hours. Shuddering, he brushed a bead of sweat from his brow and stood quietly, awaiting the usual last-minute instructions.
“Close the door if you don’t mind,” Trevor said as he sat down on the edge of his desk.
Mumbling under his breath, he closed the door and set his briefcase down. He had a terrible feeling the exchange was going to take longer than five minutes. There’d even been some berating lately since his numbers were down. He so didn’t appreciate the terse words, especially given the hours he was working. He was damn good at what he did. Kade had also brought in some of the richest clients during his tenure. What could his boss be complaining about? “What can I do for you, boss?”
“Hmmm… You have more and more insolence in your voice around me. I’m beginning to think you actually want to be written up for insubordination.”
“Me?” There was no way to tell if the man was kidding based on the odd look that crossed his face. “I…no. I’ll try and have a better attitude. So, what’s up? Something I can do for you?” This was a bit unusual even for Trevor’s ever-changing moods.
“All right. Yes you can, so apology accepted. Come here.”
Narrowing his eyes, Kade nodded and walked closer, continuing to try and figure out what was on the man’s mind. They hadn’t been out on a date in at least six weeks and the last time they’d had sex was… Hell, when was it? Closing the distance, he stood within a foot of the gorgeous man and had to resist stroking his groin. Not a single employee knew of their “special” relationship, nor did he truly believe any of them thought the ex-linebacker could be gay. “What do you want? Or maybe I should ask, what can I do for you, boss?” A full minute passed by and Kade was sweating.
Trevor spread his legs wide open and quickly wrapped his hand around the man’s arm, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. “What do I want? Another caustic set of words. Interesting. I want many things, including hot sex from you.” With one hand, he cupped Kade’s chin, bringing his face closer. Capturing the man’s mouth, he instantly pressed his tongue inside and slid his other arm around Kade’s waist, pulling him into the heat of his body.
Shuddering, he’d been craving the intimate touch from his lover so damn much lately and yet, every other thought had been about finally breaking off the relationship. No matter how sizzling their passion was, this was about sex and little else. Pillow talk was not a part of their time together and there had been no sense of a relationship. Still, as his heart raced and as he felt the way the man’s cock stiffened as their kiss continued, he wanted so many things. Maybe one more night together before he broke everything off would be okay, even good for both of them. Then again, he could get fired. Great. Visions of the unemployment light shifted into the back of his mind.
Breaking the kiss, he brushed his thumb back and forth across Kade’s lips roughly then glanced at the floor. “Suck my cock.”
“What?” This was out of the blue.
“You heard me.”
“Here?” The request shocked the hell out of him. Never in the months they’d been playing and fucking had the man ever even so much as kissed him in the office. There were too many gossips and prying eyes to risk water cooler fader. There wasn’t a single client who would ever understand a gay relationship. Not one. They’d be the laughingstock of town if discovered.
“Right here and right now. Remember who’s in charge.” Shifting slightly, he pushed both sides of his suit jacket back and gave Kade a commanding look. “As in now.”
In charge? Only in business. Darting a quick look over his shoulder at the closed door, he dropped to his knees and licked his lips. Still, he hesitated. Visions of their faces plastered in the local newspaper and even on television raced back and forth in his befuddled brain.
“Don’t keep me waiting or there will be hell to pay,” Trevor said quietly.
Okay, so he was serious. He could do this. Uh-huh. He inched closer. Fumbling with Trevor’s belt buckle and button, he finally managed to free the man’s rock-hard cock and did what he always did, he moaned. The muscle was long and thick and drove him into pure ecstasy every time he was fucked like a wild horse. “Yes. Been too damn long.”
“You’re hungry. I like that.”
“God, yes.” Glancing up at the man, Kade grinned before dragging his tongue around the top of his cockhead. His nerves seemed to melt away.
“I can tell you’re going to be a tease tonight.”
“Just the way you enjoy.” Taking the tip into his mouth, he sucked as he eased his one hand around the base of his shaft and rolled Trevor’s balls in his fingers with the other. He’d spent countless hours on his knees sucking the man as they watched television or before sharing dinner, so he knew exactly what the hunk enjoyed. This was an art to him, one he relished in being able to share. Savoring the musky flavor of him, he inhaled deeply as his own cock pushed hard against the tight confines of his pants.
“Oh yeah. You’re right. It’s been too damn long.” Pushing Kade’s head down gently, he continually brushed his fingers through the man’s long hair, tugging as he lowered his head and growled.
He pulled out the tip and almost greedily licked down the underside of the man’s thick dick until he reached his balls. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the tender sac, he took first one then the other ball into his mouth, sucking with just enough pressure he heard Trevor’s breathing becoming ragged. Purring, he raked his nails up and down the length of Trevor’s shaft as he continued licking and sucking, closing his eyes and longing for so much more.
Kisses and spanks…