All Night Long
Chapter Three: Page One
Seifer knew how to kiss. Soft, nibbling bites that
turned into the slow, erotic glide of wet lips, the deep
tangling strokes of tongues. He could have spent the
next hour making out with him in his car, letting Seifer
lavish him with such exquisite, mindless pleasure.
Except a man dressed in a black tuxedo interrupted the
heated moment by opening his door and letting the
outside world intrude. Much to his relief, the valet was
trained to be discreet, and didn't comment on his
passenger's blindfold as he helped Zell out of the car.
Grabbing his bag, Zell entwined Seifer's
fingers with his own and ushered him into the hotel and
across the elegant lobby, ignoring the curious stares
cast their way. He caught an empty elevator and hit the
button for the top floor.
His thumb rubbed along the crease in his hand, and he
smiled lazily. "Why do I get the feeling that you drove
me around the block and we're on our way back up to my
office?"
Zell brushed a soft kiss on his jaw, just because he
wanted to. Just because he was his for the night and
he could. "We're not, I promise."
The ride to the top went smooth and quick, and less than
a minute later they were standing in a marbled foyer, in
a magnificent room that overlooked Lake Michigan.
Dropping his bag, he pulled Seifer deeper into the
room, in awe of all the rich elegance surrounding them.
The suite hadn't been cheap, but for once he'd decided
to splurge and spoil himself with the frivolous and
sensual amenities the hotel had promised. He'd spent
years being frugal with his money, saving for the future
and the financial security he'd never had growing up.
But tonight he'd spare no expense and would experience
whatever his heart desired.
Including Seifer Almasy.
He spun around to face him, his heartbeat fluttering
wildly in his chest. "We're here," he announced.
He tipped his head, causing a lock of blond hair to fall
across his forehead. "Where's here?"
He trailed a finger along his collar and down the front
of his shirt, anxious to feel his warm bare flesh
beneath his hands. "We're at a suite at the Four
Seasons, and it appears we've got our own den of
iniquity for the night."
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Chapter Three: Page One
Seifer knew how to kiss. Soft, nibbling bites that
turned into the slow, erotic glide of wet lips, the deep
tangling strokes of tongues. He could have spent the
next hour making out with him in his car, letting Seifer
lavish him with such exquisite, mindless pleasure.
Except a man dressed in a black tuxedo interrupted the
heated moment by opening his door and letting the
outside world intrude. Much to his relief, the valet was
trained to be discreet, and didn't comment on his
passenger's blindfold as he helped Zell out of the car.
Grabbing his bag, Zell entwined Seifer's
fingers with his own and ushered him into the hotel and
across the elegant lobby, ignoring the curious stares
cast their way. He caught an empty elevator and hit the
button for the top floor.
His thumb rubbed along the crease in his hand, and he
smiled lazily. "Why do I get the feeling that you drove
me around the block and we're on our way back up to my
office?"
Zell brushed a soft kiss on his jaw, just because he
wanted to. Just because he was his for the night and
he could. "We're not, I promise."
The ride to the top went smooth and quick, and less than
a minute later they were standing in a marbled foyer, in
a magnificent room that overlooked Lake Michigan.
Dropping his bag, he pulled Seifer deeper into the
room, in awe of all the rich elegance surrounding them.
The suite hadn't been cheap, but for once he'd decided
to splurge and spoil himself with the frivolous and
sensual amenities the hotel had promised. He'd spent
years being frugal with his money, saving for the future
and the financial security he'd never had growing up.
But tonight he'd spare no expense and would experience
whatever his heart desired.
Including Seifer Almasy.
He spun around to face him, his heartbeat fluttering
wildly in his chest. "We're here," he announced.
He tipped his head, causing a lock of blond hair to fall
across his forehead. "Where's here?"
He trailed a finger along his collar and down the front
of his shirt, anxious to feel his warm bare flesh
beneath his hands. "We're at a suite at the Four
Seasons, and it appears we've got our own den of
iniquity for the night."
* * *
NEXT