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Blurb:
Layton Foxx works hard for what he has. The condo, the career, the
chance to make his mark, is all down to the sacrifices he has made.
With tragedy in his past, he doesn’t want or need love. Then he
meets Adler Lockhart, the extroverted, sexy winger for the Harrisburg Railers
and abruptly he can’t avoid love even if he wanted to.
Adler Lockhart has had everything handed to him his whole life.
Cars, villas, cash, college tuition at the finest Ivy League schools. The only
things he doesn’t have are parents who care or the love of a good man.
Then Layton walks into his privileged life and shows him what real
love can be like.
Excerpt:
He cocked a dark eyebrow.
“What? You think spending hours playing a gem drop game
while the perfect pen set for the man you fantasize spine-kissing is en route to me isn’t sensitive?”
“What?” He coughed. I blinked. “What did you say?” His brows
tangled.
“That I spent hours playing some stupid gem drop game on my
phone while I waited for the courier to arrive from King of—”
“No, not that. The other part of your comment.” He looked
flushed and hot. Well, he was always hot, but hot under the collar, I meant.
“I don’t know what I said.”
His mouth opened and shut a few times. Nothing came out.
“Are you having a seizure or something?” I enquired as he
worked to speak or breathe. Wasn’t sure which. Maybe he’d need mouth to mouth.
I could get into that.
“That’s why you need to learn not to feel and speak
simultaneously,” he finally said.
“Apollo said the same thing in the parking garage last
night. Actually, he says that to me all the time,” I commented.
Layton’s face tightened. “That’s another thing we need to
discuss. If you’re not out yet, then public displays of affection with your
boyfriend in public places shouldn’t be happening.”
“You said public twice,” I pointed out. That seemed to add
to his flustered thoughts, which amped up his hotness into the stratosphere. “Were
you spying on me?”
“Don’t be asinine.” He stalked to the door and whipped it
open. “This meeting is over. We’re out of time, and you’re obviously out of
touch with how to conduct yourself.”
“That’s a Hall & Oates song.” I couldn’t stop looking at
his mouth. “And that guy I hugged in the parking lot wasn’t my boyfriend—he’s my
best friend and personal assistant.”
“Oh. Maybe you should make sure my advice about public
displays is carried home to your boyfriend.”
I took a step closer to him. He stood his ground. I pushed
the door closed. He straightened his spine and wet his lips. A jolt of lust hit
me right in the balls. I wanted to wet his lips for him.
“‘Out of Time’ is a Hall & Oates song,” I told him as
the magnetic pull of Layton Foxx had me moving toward him. “And I don’t have a
boyfriend. You want the job?”
“Hall & Oates is… what?” He took a step in reverse, then
faltered, as if he suddenly remembered he wasn’t going to be intimidated by me
any longer. The cloud of lust and male pheromones was thick on the air. His
cologne and mine intermingled and created a new aroma that was rich, sinful and
lusty.
“I could use a man in my life to keep my mouth from getting
away from me,” I said in a gruff voice. His gray eyes darted to my mouth. He wet his lips again. I leaned in
slowly, trying to give him time to duck away or skitter to a corner or grab
that fucking stapler and staple me in the forehead. He didn’t do any of those
things, though.
He exhaled shakily through slightly parted lips as I pressed
my mouth over his. I inhaled his breath. He’d had coffee with almond flavoring
recently. I wished I could plunge my tongue into his mouth to see if the
amaretto creamer he’d obviously used
still lingered there, but I didn’t. I just leaned in a little more to apply a
bit more pressure. He was shorter than me but not by too much. Just the right
amount. Leaner, too. God, I wanted to get
my hands on him and feel those hard angles and tight muscles. His fingers came
to rest on my shoulder. All the blood rushed from my head to my groin, leaving
me lightheaded and as hard as a railroad spike.
I cupped his cheek, the skin smoothly shaven under my
fingertips.
1 comment:
Love these two together. Adler has no option but to push Layton's buttons as often as possible. 😉
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