All Night Long
Chapter One: Page Two
He glided quietly across the room, admiring the great
view he had of his strong, broad shoulders that tapered
to a lean waist and an ass that looked tight and firm,
even in khakis. His dark brown hair was mussed, as if
he'd repeatedly combed the thick strands with his
fingers, and he'd rolled up the sleeves of his dress
shirt, revealing corded forearms. His hand, splayed on
one corner of the plans, was big and masculine, his
fingers long, virile, and no doubt very capable of
making a man's body respond to his will.
He shivered in anticipation, until a hint of insecurity
nudged its way to the surface. He was confident at
work, aggressive when the need arose, but he'd be lying
if he didn't admit that he was a teeny-tiny bit
nervous about kidnapping Seifer for an evening of
satiating desires. Before he could change his mind, he
came up behind him, slipped the folded scarf over his
head, and covered his eyes.
His entire body immediately tensed and he grabbed at the
material he'd used as a blindfold. "What the hell?"
His hand caught his wrist, stilling him before he could
rip the scarf off. "Leave it on," he said, his breath
stirring the strands of hair near his ear.
Hearing his soft command, he lowered his hand and cocked
his head. "Zell?" His low, rough tone held both
surprise and incredulity.
He didn't sound angry, which he took as a positive
sign. "Yes, it's me," he said, and tied the ends of the
fabric into a secure knot behind his head.
He relaxed and turned around, blindfold in place, his
trust in him automatic and unconditional. "I thought you
were gone. For good."
He might have covered those compelling green eyes of
his that always seemed to see too much, but now his
sexy, kissable mouth was more prominent...the sensuous
curve to his lips, the soft fullness that beckoned him
to taste with his tongue....
Inhaling a deep breath, he stated his intentions before
he lost the nerve. "I came back to take care of some
unfinished business."
Dark brows rose above the strip of black material,
giving him a very rakish appeal. "With me?"
His disbelieving tone was warranted, considering how
long he'd been fighting his fascination with him, and
his sexy charm. "Yes, with you. I was hoping we could do
something about this attraction between us before I move
on." He slowly circled him, brushing his body subtly
against his, tempting and teasing him. "That is, if
you're up to accepting the invitation."
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Chapter One: Page Two
He glided quietly across the room, admiring the great
view he had of his strong, broad shoulders that tapered
to a lean waist and an ass that looked tight and firm,
even in khakis. His dark brown hair was mussed, as if
he'd repeatedly combed the thick strands with his
fingers, and he'd rolled up the sleeves of his dress
shirt, revealing corded forearms. His hand, splayed on
one corner of the plans, was big and masculine, his
fingers long, virile, and no doubt very capable of
making a man's body respond to his will.
He shivered in anticipation, until a hint of insecurity
nudged its way to the surface. He was confident at
work, aggressive when the need arose, but he'd be lying
if he didn't admit that he was a teeny-tiny bit
nervous about kidnapping Seifer for an evening of
satiating desires. Before he could change his mind, he
came up behind him, slipped the folded scarf over his
head, and covered his eyes.
His entire body immediately tensed and he grabbed at the
material he'd used as a blindfold. "What the hell?"
His hand caught his wrist, stilling him before he could
rip the scarf off. "Leave it on," he said, his breath
stirring the strands of hair near his ear.
Hearing his soft command, he lowered his hand and cocked
his head. "Zell?" His low, rough tone held both
surprise and incredulity.
He didn't sound angry, which he took as a positive
sign. "Yes, it's me," he said, and tied the ends of the
fabric into a secure knot behind his head.
He relaxed and turned around, blindfold in place, his
trust in him automatic and unconditional. "I thought you
were gone. For good."
He might have covered those compelling green eyes of
his that always seemed to see too much, but now his
sexy, kissable mouth was more prominent...the sensuous
curve to his lips, the soft fullness that beckoned him
to taste with his tongue....
Inhaling a deep breath, he stated his intentions before
he lost the nerve. "I came back to take care of some
unfinished business."
Dark brows rose above the strip of black material,
giving him a very rakish appeal. "With me?"
His disbelieving tone was warranted, considering how
long he'd been fighting his fascination with him, and
his sexy charm. "Yes, with you. I was hoping we could do
something about this attraction between us before I move
on." He slowly circled him, brushing his body subtly
against his, tempting and teasing him. "That is, if
you're up to accepting the invitation."
NEXT