All Night Long
Chapter Two: Page One
Seifer Almasy had never been so illicitly propositioned
in his entire life. Not that he was complaining about
Zell's shameless proposal, or the fact that he fit
so perfectly against the length of his body as he
leaned into him. If there was anything he objected to,
it was his insinuation that they only had one night
together. And that was an assumption he had every
intention of correcting...tomorrow.
After spending months pursuing Zell in a fun,
flirtatious manner, only to have his advances gently
turned down, he'd thought he'd lost every chance to sway
him to his way of thinking, especially when he'd
announced that he'd accepted an offer to go to work for
another architectural firm. Seifer wanted him badly,
but he wasn't about to stalk him to another company.
Now he was offering him the opportunity to be with him
and show him that their attraction went deeper than the
physical desire he wanted to satisfy. He had less than
twelve hours to change his mind about them, and he
planned to use that precious time wisely.
Starting with agreeing to his seductive request. "Yes, I
accept your invitation."
His warm sigh of relief wafted across his throat.
"Great."
He started to move away, but he wrapped his arm around
his back, keeping their bodies aligned and him secure in
his embrace. "There's something I have to do before we
go any further."
"What's that?" he asked curiously, though his voice had
taken on an unmistakable edge of excitement.
Framing his face in his hands, he found his mouth with
his thumbs, traced the damp softness of his lips with
the pads of his fingers. "I have to kiss you, because
it's something I've wanted to do for a very long time
and I can't wait a minute longer to taste you."
Without hesitation, he slid his arms around his
shoulders, his own fingers caressing the nape of his
neck. "Me, too," he whispered, and slowly drew his head
down to his.
Seifer experienced his first urge to rip off the
blindfold that kept him from catching a glimpse of him
features and seeing what he was feeling — pure passion,
or something deeper? The blindfold served as a
safeguard, a barrier that kept his emotions to himself.
Frustrated as hell, he managed to resist the impulse to
break his rule, realizing he'd fallen victim to his
strategy in this game of seduction.
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Chapter Two: Page One
Seifer Almasy had never been so illicitly propositioned
in his entire life. Not that he was complaining about
Zell's shameless proposal, or the fact that he fit
so perfectly against the length of his body as he
leaned into him. If there was anything he objected to,
it was his insinuation that they only had one night
together. And that was an assumption he had every
intention of correcting...tomorrow.
After spending months pursuing Zell in a fun,
flirtatious manner, only to have his advances gently
turned down, he'd thought he'd lost every chance to sway
him to his way of thinking, especially when he'd
announced that he'd accepted an offer to go to work for
another architectural firm. Seifer wanted him badly,
but he wasn't about to stalk him to another company.
Now he was offering him the opportunity to be with him
and show him that their attraction went deeper than the
physical desire he wanted to satisfy. He had less than
twelve hours to change his mind about them, and he
planned to use that precious time wisely.
Starting with agreeing to his seductive request. "Yes, I
accept your invitation."
His warm sigh of relief wafted across his throat.
"Great."
He started to move away, but he wrapped his arm around
his back, keeping their bodies aligned and him secure in
his embrace. "There's something I have to do before we
go any further."
"What's that?" he asked curiously, though his voice had
taken on an unmistakable edge of excitement.
Framing his face in his hands, he found his mouth with
his thumbs, traced the damp softness of his lips with
the pads of his fingers. "I have to kiss you, because
it's something I've wanted to do for a very long time
and I can't wait a minute longer to taste you."
Without hesitation, he slid his arms around his
shoulders, his own fingers caressing the nape of his
neck. "Me, too," he whispered, and slowly drew his head
down to his.
Seifer experienced his first urge to rip off the
blindfold that kept him from catching a glimpse of him
features and seeing what he was feeling — pure passion,
or something deeper? The blindfold served as a
safeguard, a barrier that kept his emotions to himself.
Frustrated as hell, he managed to resist the impulse to
break his rule, realizing he'd fallen victim to his
strategy in this game of seduction.
NEXT