All Night Long
Chapter Three: Page Two
Seifer liked this very sensual, uninhibited side of
Zell. Normally he was reserved and serious at work,
though he'd always suspected that a very passionate,
playful man lurked beneath the surface of his
self-contained facade. The past hour with him had
confirmed his hunch, as did his animated tone as he
gave him a verbal tour of their own private palace
designed for an evening of sin and seduction — complete
with their own Jacuzzi out on the enclosed balcony.
"Can I get you something to eat?" he asked once they'd
returned to the main area of the suite. "I had room
service deliver finger foods for us to munch on if
you're hungry."
His arm slipped from the crook of his elbow, but before
he could move away he managed to reach out and by sheer
luck grabbed his wrist. Lifting his hand, he pressed a
lingering kiss in the center of his palm, then gently
bit the soft flesh just below his thumb. His breath
caught in his throat, the kind of erotic sound he
imagined he'd make at the crest of an orgasm.
Tonight, he intended to find out.
"It's not food I'm hungry for, Zell," he said
meaningfully.
"Then what would you like?"
His voice was husky, his tone a suggestive challenge he
wasn't about to refuse. "I'd love for you to strip for
me, slow and sexy," he said.
His soft laughter wrapped around him like a caress.
"What's the point of doing a striptease for you when you
can't see me?"
"You're going to be my eyes, remember? Tell me what
you're doing, as you're doing it, and my imagination
will fill in the rest."
"All right," he agreed, and catered to his second
request to find him a seat while he performed his show.
Settling into a straight-back, armless chair, he
stretched his long legs out in front of him and made
himself comfortable. "Now hand over your shirt, and I
want details." He grinned.
"I'm pulling the shirt over my head and taking it off,"
he told him seductively, and a moment later he felt the
garment land on the top of his head as he tossed it his
way. "Now my chest is bare."
A hot, aching need surged through him as he removed the
article of clothing from his person and dropped them to
the floor. He pictured Zell standing a few feet away. He
wished he could see Zell for himself, the shape and
texture, but for the moment he had no choice but to live
vicariously though him.
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Chapter Three: Page Two
Seifer liked this very sensual, uninhibited side of
Zell. Normally he was reserved and serious at work,
though he'd always suspected that a very passionate,
playful man lurked beneath the surface of his
self-contained facade. The past hour with him had
confirmed his hunch, as did his animated tone as he
gave him a verbal tour of their own private palace
designed for an evening of sin and seduction — complete
with their own Jacuzzi out on the enclosed balcony.
"Can I get you something to eat?" he asked once they'd
returned to the main area of the suite. "I had room
service deliver finger foods for us to munch on if
you're hungry."
His arm slipped from the crook of his elbow, but before
he could move away he managed to reach out and by sheer
luck grabbed his wrist. Lifting his hand, he pressed a
lingering kiss in the center of his palm, then gently
bit the soft flesh just below his thumb. His breath
caught in his throat, the kind of erotic sound he
imagined he'd make at the crest of an orgasm.
Tonight, he intended to find out.
"It's not food I'm hungry for, Zell," he said
meaningfully.
"Then what would you like?"
His voice was husky, his tone a suggestive challenge he
wasn't about to refuse. "I'd love for you to strip for
me, slow and sexy," he said.
His soft laughter wrapped around him like a caress.
"What's the point of doing a striptease for you when you
can't see me?"
"You're going to be my eyes, remember? Tell me what
you're doing, as you're doing it, and my imagination
will fill in the rest."
"All right," he agreed, and catered to his second
request to find him a seat while he performed his show.
Settling into a straight-back, armless chair, he
stretched his long legs out in front of him and made
himself comfortable. "Now hand over your shirt, and I
want details." He grinned.
"I'm pulling the shirt over my head and taking it off,"
he told him seductively, and a moment later he felt the
garment land on the top of his head as he tossed it his
way. "Now my chest is bare."
A hot, aching need surged through him as he removed the
article of clothing from his person and dropped them to
the floor. He pictured Zell standing a few feet away. He
wished he could see Zell for himself, the shape and
texture, but for the moment he had no choice but to live
vicariously though him.
NEXT