Sunday, October 23, 2016

Sneak Peek Sunday: Rip Cord: The Weekend by Jeanne St. James (18+ only)

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC


“Put your arms around me.”
Gil slid his arms around Rip’s waist. His hands splayed along the other man’s broad back. He could feel Rip’s muscles shifting under the thin black T-shirt.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Gil closed his eyes and waited. It felt like it had been forever since he’d kissed Rip last. In reality, it had only been a couple of weeks. But it had been way too long.
He had wanted this man for as long as he could remember. And now that he’d had a taste of him, he couldn’t get enough.
“Open your eyes.”
What? No! That was way too awkward. But as he opened his eyes anyway, Rip took his lips. He just took them, making them his once again. Gil’s mouth opened with a sigh, and Rip took advantage of it, exploring the inside of his mouth, running his tongue over his teeth, tangling their tongues together.
A slight tremor started in Gil’s arms and legs and moved throughout his body. His balls tightened, and his cock responded to the other man’s attention. Rip captured his jaw in his hand and held Gil right where he wanted him.
Long, strong fingers rubbed Gil where his jeans stretched. Gil wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on. Rip moved his hand around to Gil’s ass, pulling him tight against him. Rip’s hard cock thrust against his. With both of them wearing jeans, Gil moaned impatiently into Rip’s mouth. He needed less of a barrier between them.
Gil’s cock throbbed, and if Rip didn’t stop thrusting against him, he was soon going to have an accident in his jeans. Gil tried to think of other things to keep his control, but he couldn’t. Rip’s tongue continued to assault him, kissing him deeper, harder. And it was difficult to think of anything but that.
Finally, Rip pulled back enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Yes. Oh yes.
“But first…”
First? No! Gil wanted it now!
Rip grabbed his arm and steered him back into the cabin. He pointed to the master bedroom, saying, “Go in. I’ll be right there.”
Gil concentrated on carefully putting one foot in front of the other instead of skipping all the way to the bedroom.
The room had a king bed with solid wood posts. Gil looked for notches on the bed. He laughed at himself. As if someone would actually notch a bedpost to keep track of their sexual conquests. Even so, Gil wanted to be the only notch.
Rip followed him in carrying the saddle bags. He opened one of the flaps and dumped the contents onto the bed.
Gil’s eyes widened a little as he stared at what was now spread over the bed. It certainly wasn’t any clothes.
Soft-looking rope, thick metal eyebolts, a blindfold, a large box of condoms, a bottle of Astroglide, a large butt plug, nipple clamps, a vibrator.
Gil swallowed and looked at Rip in surprise.
“Why are you still dressed?”
Gil’s Adam’s apple worked up and down a few times before he asked, “You didn’t bring any clothes?”
“I keep clothes here.”
“Um…” Gil looked at the BDSM items on the bed, then gave Rip the side eye. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone away with Rip on such a spur of the moment. He had no way to leave if he wanted to. He wasn’t so sure of these…toys.

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Book #3: Rip Cord: The Ever After releases on 11/15

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter.

Friday, October 21, 2016

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Release the Hellhounds For Halloween

Hey everyone, it's wonderful to be back at Romance Writers Behaving Badly. Given this is the season of the witch, I'm promo-ing KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS

***Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween?*** 

Blurb: Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her biological parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her Hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’s most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or will she return to her homeworld? 



Grabbing a breath, Kandace crept toward the door. This time she expanded her awareness to the interior, checking for anyone else, before turning the knob.

The door cooperated as if she’d put a spell on it. Slipping inside, she closed the door so there was not the tiniest sound. She pivoted around and waved her hand, creating a soft illumination.

Paintings adorned all four walls of the private office. A mixture of modern, impressionism, and realism, they were all forgeries, to her utter astonishment.

That is, except for the painting Kandace planned to steal back. Of course, many collectors had forgeries done of their prize pieces, keeping the real art in secure underground vaults that were, more often than not, lavish showrooms.

Psi-detecting forgeries had become a magickal specialty of hers, ever since Kandace’s sister, Meredith—also adopted by her parents—had opened up her own small art gallery, then been tricked by a man supposedly selling his original.

Curious, Kandace roved her gaze over the eclectic selection of paintings, unconcerned about surveillance measures. There would be none in this keep-all-deals-under-the-table office for the rich and famous.

While something pricked at her about the collection, something she didn’t have time to figure out, Kandace moved toward the painting stolen from her friend. Valerie and her husband had found the early Frederic Remington painting at an estate sale.

Despite the layer of grime, Valerie had known. Since the age of twelve she’d had a love affair with the Western artist, and already owned every print available.

Kandace paused, studying the wall around the Remington for any hidden alarms. Discovering one, she disabled it with a point of her finger.

A slight hiss of sound alerted her. Inadvertently, she’d triggered another alarm and the mansion’s security team would be headed her way.

Keeping her cool, Kandace aimed her finger directing the Remington from the wall, and onto the Georgian antique desk. Swiftly flowing her palm over the frame, she found the embedded RFID chip and GPS locator. Loosening the frame with more of her magick, she carefully removed the precious canvas.

Shutting her eyes, Kandace concentrated, then zapped the Remington to the trunk of her car. She followed it with her mind’s eye, watching the painting settle within the climate-controlled container.

Rapidly moving toward the door, Kandace eliminated the illumination she’d manifested. Cracking open the door, she peeked out. An army of footsteps rushed up the main stairway. From the other end of the long corridor she heard the jogging run of another team.

“What’s a witch girl to do?” she whispered, gently closing the door.

A whole lot of tricks so not up my sleeve. How easy peasy cool would it be to suspend them on the ceiling with a snap of my fingers?

Kandace battled her temptation to do just that. However, a blatant use of magick was never smart in a world ruled by science.

Plus, she’d already had a few astral run-ins with psychics working for the shadow government. They regularly searched for specimens like her to be rounded up or recruited.

Backing away, Kandace raised her arms, and focused on centering her force. Wiggling her nose like Samantha in Bewitched, simply for the fun it, she brought forth an invisibility cloak.

While it would only last for a few minutes, that should give her enough time to rejoin the charity event. Appearing to be innocent in the face of her magickal heist was crucial.

Hearing the tromping charge of security, Kandace retreated to wait beside the desk. The door flew inward and the lights blazed on.

Guns drawn, the guards entered like the professionals they were. Their gazes swept the room thoroughly, but fast. Splitting up into two-man teams, they began a systematic search.

The instant the doorway cleared, Kandace made a beeline for it. As she escaped, she wished she’d thought to take off her heels. Still, she’d worn her mid-thigh bouffant skirt since it didn’t hinder her.

Hastily, she minced her way to the staircase, and quickly descended. She huffed breaths because the bodice of her fire-red dress was tight as a corset.

Even though she remained invisible, Kandace felt relieved she saw no one. She wasn’t without mass. Someone could definitely feel her.

Oh crap, oops. There had been no one on the stairway when she’d just looked.

Now, two brawny men in matching dark suits pistoned their legs, trotting up the stairs. Thinking, yet acting on instinct, Kandace clambered astride the banister. Thank the Goddess, it was a straight slide to the bottom now.

She whooshed downward easily because of her expensive pantyhose. As she whizzed past the two super security guys, her skirt brushed the thigh of one. Hardly breaking stride, he glanced back.

“Felt one of your damn ghosts,” he growled to his partner.

“Told you the place is haunted,” his partner replied.

“Yeah, yeah. Casper isn’t happy tonight.”

“No one’s happy tonight with that painting disappearing right beneath our noses.”

“We’ll get the bastard, or fucking bastards.”

“Yeah, no cat burglar is that good.”

I am that good. For I am the notorious cat witch burglar.

Squinching her eyes shut, Kandace prepared herself for a collision with the Roman-style column at the end of the banister.

Her butt hit with a big ole thwack!

“Ow.” Kandace briefly rubbed her stinging derriere. Scrambling to the floor, she hurried toward the women’s lounge.



Kandace thought she heard the slide of clothing, and decided the other twin disrobed. In a lovely delirium of passion, she didn't move to find out for certain. Besides, Zol or Zin's lips tempted the small of her back, placing a beautiful-feeling kiss.

Kandace doubted any man had ever kissed her there. Certainly not like that. Not this feeling of I'm in sex paradise.

Sensually, he nuzzled her skin. The prowess of his mouth teased her, then pleased her with more long kisses. In absolute ecstasy, Kandace went limp.

She whimpered as his hands flowed down her arms. He palmed her hips beneath her skirt and his lips deserted her back. With clever fingers, he slowly eased her pantyhose downward and over her butt.

"Yes, naked," she murmured.

"Not yet, darling Kandy." His soft growl was a command.

The waistband of her pantyhose captured her knees. Smoothly stroking, he roamed his hands up and down the entire length of her thighs.

Goddess, they had the best, most sensually pleasurable hands in the universe. "What are you going to do to me, you bad hellhound?"

"Enjoying the shape of your bare ass."

His lips grazed one of her butt cheeks and languidly nibbled. When his incredible kisses claimed the curves of her ass, Kandace moaned, "Oh, yes."

Seductively, he nuzzled beneath the fullest flesh of her butt, then nipped her with his lips, his passion obvious. His mouth moved higher, tantalizing her with more kisses.

"I swear I'm a puddle of flame for you." Kandace had never felt anything like this red-hot insanity of need. Her pussy begged to be noticed -- it was so wet and wanton.

Raising her ass high, he seized her legs above her knees, and her bouffant skirt brushed her back. Kandace grabbed white satin, attempting to fist the bedspread, but it was too slippery.

A dark rumble of lust sounded close by. "Lick her. I want to watch our Kandy Apple blaze out of control."

"Oh lick, yes," she managed to say.

Was there any breath left inside her body?

"Red as sin and cherries, brother."

Kandace quivered inside. She felt her pussy folds swell in anticipation, an ultra sexy sensation. Unexpectedly, his tongue tip probed her slit. The gentle exploration sent a jolt of ecstasy through her mound.

"More," she whispered. "Please "

She hadn't finished speaking when he licked the length of her sex seam. The smooth finesse of his tongue made Kandace keen a long whimper. Desperately, she hoped for more.

Zin or Zol didn't disappoint.

He lapped her pussy slit in the same way, but with a steadiness that erotically pulsed her flesh. Her entire body melted, then pleasurably throbbed.

Near the edge of an orgasm, she dipped her back, thrusting her pussy as close as possible. His tongue struck her clit, nearly undoing her.

A fiery need enveloped her instead, and with each flick of his tongue, he stoked her higher. Suddenly igniting with rapture, Kandace screamed a moan.

Ecstatic sweeps of pleasure owned her, and only his hold on her kept her from collapsing onto the bed.

"Kandace." His rasp moved through her body like liquid smoke.

The moment her knees could support her, he slipped her pantyhose down her legs. As he tenderly smoothed them from her feet, sparkly tingles danced inside her.

"My turn."

Somewhat coherent, Kandace asked what she wanted to know. "Which one?"

"Zin," he hoarsely growled close to her ear. He gripped both of her butt cheeks, rubbing caresses. "It's Zin, my beautiful witch."

"Goddess, even your voice gives me a mini orgasm."

"May I say, Kandy Apple, the shape and softness of your derriere is an inspiration for my erectly standing manhood."

"Such a gentlemanly confession, hellhound."

Goddess, when had she ever known this dreamy sort of passion, especially with her ass stuck up in the air? As Zin stroked, she felt like she drowned in the dreaminess, yet somehow kept breathing. "What about your caninehood?"

"Volcanically engorged as we speak."

"Mmmm engorged. I think my womanhood is still engorged."

"Should I naughtily entice your engorgement?"

"Oh, do naughtily entice me."
His large thumbs slid over the inner flesh of her ass, halting near her juicy sex entrance. Tenderly prying her cheeks apart, he thrust his tongue just inside her pussy.

"Zin." Her breathy gasp of pleasure lasted longer than saying his name.

The pointed tip of his tongue twirled strongly. Then he licked the inner rim of her passage. Basking in the sweet, wicked wildness, Kandace clenched her eyelids.

"Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good."

Zin drilled his tongue inside her repeatedly, his tempo languid yet forceful. He made her crave his cock. Goddess save her, she wanted him lunging in and out of her for the longest time.

Although, Kandace couldn't quite believe he took her this way, given this was their first time together. Still, her body burned like a blissful furnace.

She opened her core to him, whispering, "What you do to me."

Her orgasm began as a clench deep inside her passage, interrupted when Zin withdrew his plunging tongue. Kandace couldn't voice the no screaming inside her.

She panted like a wild thing. Sweltering and needy, she searched for a bit of relief by slipping her arms forward over the cool satin.

"I want your breasts, Kandy Apple."

Zin's roughened voice smoldered her, made her fiercer with need.

He stroked beneath her bodice, covering her breasts. The possessive feel of his hands made the entire length of her clit twist, pain and pleasure. "Zin."

"What delicious apples you have, Kandace, especially the stems."

Inebriated by her blazing arousal, she mumbled, "You did that on purpose."

"All the better to passionately devour you, my darling."

His words moved through her, sexy and sinuous as a dragon. "Devour me with your fire, hellhound."

The restriction of being halfway dressed crazed Kandace suddenly, and she cried out, a strangled yell of frustration.

"Naked." She clawed at the bedspread.


Uncaged Review: This is not a normal story that I’m drawn to, but I really enjoyed this book. Kandy is a witch, who doesn’t really know her past, and Zol and Zin are two of Hades very accomplished hellhounds, that are also a couple of gorgeous men in their human form. To stay in the Upperworld they must attach themselves to one witch. Wooing her with knowledge of her background and where she comes from, entices Kandy to them. When evil threatens the hellhounds and to save her homeworld, Kandy must bring out her strongest magic.

There is some great action and suspense, and some very hot sex scenes between the three. And there is a lot of fun banter. This is an intelligent, well thought out, original story, with some mythology and scifi thrown in with the supernatural. Reviewed by Cyrene

4 Stars

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Jeanne St. James' Favorite Fall #RomanticTravel

One of my favorite places to go in Fall is Moosehead Lake in Maine. I’ve stayed several times in the quaint town of Greenville, ME, at the south end of the lake. It has no commercialization at all. Everyone is friendly. Every morning and evening, it is a habit to go “hunt” for moose. Hunting, as in a camera, not a gun. The majestic beasts are impressive in person. You can find them grazing in and around bogs. There’s plenty to do there every season. It’s a hidden gem!

New release by Jeanne St. James:
RIP CORD: The Reunion & The Weekend

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC

Note: The first two novellas are combined. The third will release on 11/15/16


The Reunion:

Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

The Weekend:

Geek extraordinaire Gil Davis hooked up with his long-time crush Rip Cord, the Bad Boy of the NFL, during their tenth year class reunion. It was a dream come true for Gil, so when Rip surprises Gil with a trip to the pro football player’s cabin on the lake two weeks later, Gil looks forward to their weekend alone. Since Rip is still deep in the closet due to his career, Gil will take any stolen moments they have. Little does Gil know, those moments will be filled with a blindfold and ropes, as well as a bad tumble down the mountain.

But a few bumps and bruises won’t stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. However when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?

Excerpt from The Reunion:

Ripley “Rip” Cord was just as tall as Gil remembered. Around five inches taller than him, not that Gil was a squirt. The football player was at least six foot two.
And every inch of him was muscle. Not lean muscle, but heavy muscle. Heavy, rounded, lickable muscle.
Gil glanced at Katie. “You’re drooling.”
Katie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “As if you aren’t.”
Gil snagged her wrist and backpedaled until he rammed into something hard. It was the table with the place settings.
Gil peered over Katie’s shoulder to see if his klutziness had caught Rip’s attention.
Luckily it hadn’t. The man was completely surrounded by their old classmates clamoring for his attention.
Throughout the years, he’d followed Rip’s career in the newspapers, on the evening news, on ESPN.
And in the tabloids.
Rip was well-known. Unfortunately it was as the “bad boy” of the National Football League. He started out with a great career in the NFL, drafted straight out of college. He was one of the best wide receivers in the league, but it was all his rumored problems that kept him in the spotlight, not his stats.
And that famous wide receiver was here. Now.

Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Win my book DOUBLE DARE plus 39 other ebooks & a Kindle Fire!


Have you read my novel DOUBLE DARE? Today you can enter to win the book plus more than 40 fantastic erotic romance novels from an amazing collection of authors, PLUS a Kindle Fire! 


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What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them.

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.
Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming...

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Enter to win 35+ Contemporary Romances PLUS a Kindle Fire!


Today, I have a fun surprise that I’d like to share with you.

To celebrate the beginning of fall, I’ve teamed up with more than 60 fantastic small town contemporary romance authors to give away a huge collection of novels, PLUS a Kindle Fire to one lucky winner! 

You can win my novel BROTHERS IN BLUE: MAX  (Brothers in Blue, Book 1), plus books from other great authors!.

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Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he? 



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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Sneak Peek Sunday: Rip Cord: The Reunion (18+ only)

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC


A sudden, overwhelming urge to be completely naked with Rip grasped Gil. He would love nothing more than to have sex with Rip properly. In a bed. Not rushed. With cuddling time afterward. Gil had a feeling that cuddling and Rip just didn’t go together. His display of affection would be more like a pat on the back or even a smack on the backside.
“It was in this room I realized how much I liked men.”
His softly spoken confession caught Gil off guard. “Really? I’m sure that went over well with your teammates.”
Rip shot a glance behind him at Gil, his face grim. “They didn’t know.”
Rip finally stopped in front of the cavernous shower room. Showerheads lined all three tiled walls, and several large drains dotted the floor.
Gil had never wanted to shower after gym class. He was never brave enough to bare himself in front of his schoolmates. He had been skinny and lanky back then. He had worked hard over the years to develop some muscle and weight. He would never be as built as Rip or one of his fellow football players. But with weight gain and some working out, he had matured enough to have some lean muscle and was no longer so self-conscious of his body.
At least none of his former lovers had pointed and laughed.
“Anyway, I know what you went through. It’s too late to do anything about that now. But it’s not too late to make a new memory here. A better one.”
A better memory? Here?
Rip threw his jacket over the nearest narrow bench and turned to face Gil, hands on his hips.
“I want to see you.”
You don’t know how much I want to see you too. “You just want me to strip?”
“You do it, or I can do it for you.”
The second option sounded so much better.
Rip grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt and yanked it over his head. He tossed it to the side.
Gil could look at his bare chest all day. Rip’s heavy muscles flexed, and he looked up to see Rip giving him a bright smile. Gil laughed.
“Do you like what you see?”
Gil more than liked. Gil wiped his mouth. He was salivating.
Rip was definitely more ripped than in high school. He had to be at least fifty pounds heavier, and most of it was muscle. Another major change was all the tattoos he sported.
Gil didn’t know much about tattoos, but Rip’s arms were full of them. He even had a few tattoos over both of his pecs. His chest only had a light dusting of hair, and Gil was glad to see he didn’t shave his body hair like so many other sports figures. He liked a man with a bit of hair.
Not that Gil was hairy himself.
“Your turn.”
Gil fingered the top button to his dress shirt. Oh God, he didn’t want to disappoint Rip. Especially now that they were in bright light. It was one thing when they had been in the dark hallway…
“C’mon. Do it.”
Gil worked one button after the other until his shirt hung open. Rip stepped closer, impatiently shoving the shirt off Gil’s shoulders until it fell to the floor.
His thought that he would have to send his clothes to the dry cleaners on Monday made him wince. That was the last thing he should be thinking about when he had his dream lover half-naked in front of him.
“Something wrong?”
Gil shook his head. “No.”
Before he could pull off his undershirt, Rip did it for him, snagging the white cotton tee and working it over his arms. When his head finally escaped the shirt, Rip was staring at him.
“I expected you to be slimmer.”
Slimmer? He was nowhere near fat. He didn’t even have a pooch or love handles.
“Maybe I mean scrawnier.” Rip splayed his fingers over Gil’s heart, his thumb brushing back and forth over Gil’s small, tight nipple. “Your heart is pounding.”
Well, of course, it was pounding, Rip was teasing his nipple. “I’m not nearly as big as you.”
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you bulky. I look at bulky every day in the mirror.”
“You work extremely hard.”
“Speaking of hard…”
Gil automatically gazed down at the V of Rip’s jeans. He certainly was hard.
But so was Gil. Excruciatingly so.
Rip hooked a finger into the waistband of Gil’s slacks and tugged.
“Get these off. Now.”
With trembling hands, Gil released his belt, unfastened his pants, and with a push, let them fall to his ankles. He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his pants. All the while Rip drove him nuts by flicking and tugging on his nipples.
Rip slipped a hand down Gil’s stomach and into his boxer shorts. The large man’s fingers slid along Gil’s length and down until they cupped his sac. Rip squeezed Gil’s balls and twisted his nipple at the same time, causing him to cry out. And it wasn’t in pain.
“Get those boxers off too. They hide too much.”
“And your jeans?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get to that,” Rip answered. “Boxers. Off. Now.”
Gil shivered but obeyed, and with a yank had his boxers pooled at his feet, Rip never releasing him.
“That’s better.” He whistled appreciatively. “Damn. Why is it geeks are always hung like horses?”
“Are we? Have you had many geeks?”
Rip dropped his head so his lips were a hairbreadth away from Gil’s. “No, not many. But I have a special place in my heart—or my bed, rather—for nerds. I wonder why?”
Rip crushed his mouth over Gil’s, kissing him hard. His teeth nipped along Gil’s mouth, his tongue following, soothing the sting.
“Gil. I’m going to fuck you again,” he murmured against Gil’s lips.
“I know.”
“Do you want me to?”
Gil grabbed his own cock and palmed the hard length. “God, yes.” The blood rushed to Gil’s head as he continued to stroke his cock.
Rip leaned his forehead against Gil’s and released a noisy breath. “That’s my cock tonight.”
“It certainly is.”

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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