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All Night Long
Chapter Five: Page One
Seifer spread his arms along the rim of the tiled
whirlpool bath, feeling as though he were sitting in a
cauldron of boiling water. After his encounter with
Zell he could have used a cold shower, but he'd
insisted on taking advantage of the amenities the suite
offered, and he hadn't been able to refuse his request.
According to his description, they were out on a private
enclosed balcony, complete with a full service bar,
which is where Zell was at the moment - getting them
something to drink.
The impulse to lift his blindfold up a few inches and
take a peek at him was strong, but he wouldn't betray
his trust that way, no matter how much he hated wearing
the stupid thing. No matter how much he wanted
eye-to-eye contact with him. To see if what they'd
shared had made as much of an emotional impact on him as
it had on himself.
The foreplay they'd indulged in had been incredible and
mind-blowing, his arousal all the more acute because his
mind had conjured up what he couldn't see for himself.
His mouth and hands had been his eyes, learning the
shape of Zell's body, gauging his candid and passionate
response to him. And in return, he'd been so giving and
generous with his pleasure, more than he'd ever expected
from him.
Sexually, they complemented each other perfectly, but
there were other bonds he was interested in forging that
went beyond the physical. Emotional ties he wouldn't be
able to walk away from easily after their night
together. Which meant discovering what made this man
tick outside of the office and beneath his disciplined
facade so that he could use that information to his
advantage later.
"Here's something to drink," Zell said as he joined
him in the churning water and pressed what felt like a
flute-type glass in his hand, then settled in next to
him.
The contents were cold and refreshing against his warm
palm, and he took a sip, surprised at what he tasted.
"Mmm, sparkling cider. Is this your substitute for
champagne?"
"Do you mind?"
His tone was slightly defensive, giving him the distinct
impression he was hiding something deeper than a
dislike for the bubbly drink. "Not at all." He swallowed
another mouthful of the cool, tart liquid to back up his
claim, then asked casually, "You don't like champagne?"
He paused, then said, "I don't drink anything
alcoholic."
Intrigued by his answer, and interested in anything that
would give him a deeper insight to his psyche, he
pressed the issue. "Can I ask why?"
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All Night Long
Chapter Five: Page One
Seifer spread his arms along the rim of the tiled
whirlpool bath, feeling as though he were sitting in a
cauldron of boiling water. After his encounter with
Zell he could have used a cold shower, but he'd
insisted on taking advantage of the amenities the suite
offered, and he hadn't been able to refuse his request.
According to his description, they were out on a private
enclosed balcony, complete with a full service bar,
which is where Zell was at the moment - getting them
something to drink.
The impulse to lift his blindfold up a few inches and
take a peek at him was strong, but he wouldn't betray
his trust that way, no matter how much he hated wearing
the stupid thing. No matter how much he wanted
eye-to-eye contact with him. To see if what they'd
shared had made as much of an emotional impact on him as
it had on himself.
The foreplay they'd indulged in had been incredible and
mind-blowing, his arousal all the more acute because his
mind had conjured up what he couldn't see for himself.
His mouth and hands had been his eyes, learning the
shape of Zell's body, gauging his candid and passionate
response to him. And in return, he'd been so giving and
generous with his pleasure, more than he'd ever expected
from him.
Sexually, they complemented each other perfectly, but
there were other bonds he was interested in forging that
went beyond the physical. Emotional ties he wouldn't be
able to walk away from easily after their night
together. Which meant discovering what made this man
tick outside of the office and beneath his disciplined
facade so that he could use that information to his
advantage later.
"Here's something to drink," Zell said as he joined
him in the churning water and pressed what felt like a
flute-type glass in his hand, then settled in next to
him.
The contents were cold and refreshing against his warm
palm, and he took a sip, surprised at what he tasted.
"Mmm, sparkling cider. Is this your substitute for
champagne?"
"Do you mind?"
His tone was slightly defensive, giving him the distinct
impression he was hiding something deeper than a
dislike for the bubbly drink. "Not at all." He swallowed
another mouthful of the cool, tart liquid to back up his
claim, then asked casually, "You don't like champagne?"
He paused, then said, "I don't drink anything
alcoholic."
Intrigued by his answer, and interested in anything that
would give him a deeper insight to his psyche, he
pressed the issue. "Can I ask why?"
NEXT