Ospar ran his
fingers from Jol’s chin to the hollow of his throat, discovering the steady
pulse there. The guard’s skin was velvet over steel, hot to the touch.
Meanwhile, Jol’s
blue-violet eyes watched him with interest—but not enough heat to make Ospar
feel he was doing anything for the man. He was supposed to be rewarding Jol,
and here he was, tiptoeing around without a clue as to how to do that. It had
been far too long since he’d tried to actually seduce someone.
“By the ancestors,”
he groaned.
“What’s wrong? Am I
not attractive to you?” Jol’s demeanor remained the same, but the crease
between his brows deepened.
“You’re attractive.
You’ve got nothing to worry about there.” Was he ever. That might be part of
the problem, Ospar realized. The man had to know how delicious he was to look
at, to lust after.
“Something’s wrong.”
Ospar was going to
have to fess up. Feeling pathetic, he admitted, “Don’t laugh, but—well, it’s
been a while.”
Jol didn’t laugh. “Too
much work, not enough recreation?”
“Unfortunately.”
Ospar raked his fingers through his hair, feeling frustration on more than one
level. “I’ve got so much to prove. Do you know I’m the youngest director of any
Kalquorian mining company? Ever?”
Jol combed his
fingers through Ospar’s scalp, smoothing out the tangles he’d created. It was
an innocent gesture, a platonic one, yet for some reason the consideration
enlivened Ospar’s senses. He was abruptly aware of the other man on a more
profound level.
The Nobek’s deep
voice was soft. “You’re under a lot of pressure. Is that why you’re such a
jerk?”
Ospar scowled, but
there was hardly any real irritation behind it. Not when Jol treated him like a
real person and not a responsibility he had to nursemaid. He complained anyway.
“Oh thanks. Nothing like a little seductive patter to get a man in the mood.”
Jol actually smiled
at that, his even teeth bright in his dark face. Ospar’s stomach turned heavy
to see how the expression elevated the Nobek from merely handsome to striking.
A surge of interest filled his cocks, making him hard.
Jol cupped his ass
and pulled him close. Judging from the thick iron pressing against Ospar’s
belly, he wasn’t the only one feeling the growing heat of the situation. The
Dramok’s breathing went ragged as he felt the strength of the other man against
his body.
“I think I’m
beginning to recall how this works,” he said, his tone thick.
“Yeah?” Jol
chuckled. “Then why don’t you shut up for a change and kiss me? Surely you can
figure out how to do that much.”
Releasing Winter 2017
Are you finished yet. You do realize you're more into torture than most of the guys in your books.
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