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Today my short story "Leashed Tails" has been released as a Torquere sip. This is the same trio from "Catseye" in Love Bites -- and you'll be seeing them again come Christmas time in yet another anthology.
Jason had to press his ear close to the phone to hear. He checked behind him to make sure no one was in the doorway, and then slid further down into the wood-backed chair. "You're right, I don't," he said. He couldn't ever hate Cooper. He just had trouble saying how he felt exactly. "So, what are you wearing?"
Cooper chuckled. "I'll give you three guesses. But one of them had better be 'nothing.'"
Jason sucked in a breath. Cooper sat wherever he was, naked, just chatting on the phone with him? "You're insane."
"Just waiting for Lexi to come home from work. Mmm. What do you think she'll do to me?"
"Probably punish you for starting without her," Jason said with a smirk. "But you'd like that a little too much, I think."
"You're such a party-pooper."
"Who even says party-pooper anymore?" Jason changed the subject; he wanted to turn things a bit more sensual. "I think Lexi would take out the cuffs, and bind you to the bed so you couldn't move and you couldn't touch yourself. You know how much you like to touch yourself." Jason lowered his voice and checked behind him again. It was hard to get into the mood with the
constant fear that someone might walk in on him.
Someone could walk in on him any moment. Jason squirmed, surprised by the suddenness of his hard-on. They would find him here, alone in the study room, slowly bringing off his boyfriend with nothing more than his voice. Jason slid one hand between his legs, trailing along the inseam of his jeans.
"Are you touching yourself now, Cooper?"
"Yeah." So soft that voice now. "Touching my nipples. Wishing you were touching 'em."
Jason had to press his ear close to the phone to hear. He checked behind him to make sure no one was in the doorway, and then slid further down into the wood-backed chair. "You're right, I don't," he said. He couldn't ever hate Cooper. He just had trouble saying how he felt exactly. "So, what are you wearing?"
Cooper chuckled. "I'll give you three guesses. But one of them had better be 'nothing.'"
Jason sucked in a breath. Cooper sat wherever he was, naked, just chatting on the phone with him? "You're insane."
"Just waiting for Lexi to come home from work. Mmm. What do you think she'll do to me?"
"Probably punish you for starting without her," Jason said with a smirk. "But you'd like that a little too much, I think."
"You're such a party-pooper."
"Who even says party-pooper anymore?" Jason changed the subject; he wanted to turn things a bit more sensual. "I think Lexi would take out the cuffs, and bind you to the bed so you couldn't move and you couldn't touch yourself. You know how much you like to touch yourself." Jason lowered his voice and checked behind him again. It was hard to get into the mood with the
constant fear that someone might walk in on him.
Someone could walk in on him any moment. Jason squirmed, surprised by the suddenness of his hard-on. They would find him here, alone in the study room, slowly bringing off his boyfriend with nothing more than his voice. Jason slid one hand between his legs, trailing along the inseam of his jeans.
"Are you touching yourself now, Cooper?"
"Yeah." So soft that voice now. "Touching my nipples. Wishing you were touching 'em."
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