Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Running Hot

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Hump Day Humping Time with a new release!!!! Running Hot releases today! I'm so excited! Here's a white hot hump from the book.

Running Hot
Track Domination, Book 2


All work and white-hot play makes this boss very, very happy.

Collin Marshall, owner of Flash Racing hadn’t planned on jumping back into the dating pool. He’s been burned one too many times by guys only wanting his money and relative fame. But even the boss gets the blues and there's one man he'd like to get to know a whole lot better--Sam Richmond.

Sam Richmond loves his job at Flash. Chief mechanic for both truck teams is a sweet job. Having Collin as eye candy? Even better. When a shipment of parts derails the team’s finishes at Iowa, it’s up to Sam to work with Collin to find a solution. Spending time with Collin forces Sam to see his boss in a new light--a sexy, dominant light.

Can these two continue running hot in and out of bed, or will their differences get the best of them?


And now for that Hump Day Hump!!!

Collin moaned. Even in his imagination, Sam embodied what he wanted in a man. Sweet, submissive and strong. Sam stared up at Collin, licking and sucking on Collin’s erection while Collin swatted his lover with a riding crop. The click of the crop on skin ricocheted around Collin’s brain.
He squeezed his dick hard, imagining his touch was Sam’s mouth on his body.
“Take me in, boy. Get me off. Show me what you can do with that mouth.” Collin dug his feet into the plush carpet of his sports car and stroked himself. He eased his free hand under his dress shirt and pinched his own pierced nipple. The sting, combined with the euphoric high from masturbating swirled around his brain.
“Fuck,” he shouted to the interior of the car. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His balls ached, and fever rushed down each limb. He rocked his hips in time with his strokes and panted. Holy hell. In his mind, Sam grinned and continued to suck him off, slurping Collin’s pre-cum and rolling his tongue around Collin’s shaft.
The butterflies in Collin’s stomach swarmed, and he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.
“Sam,” he cried and spilled his seed all over his hand. The hot mess slid down his knuckles and wrist. He didn’t care. He opened his eyes and puffed. The windows had fogged, and he noticed a ribbon of cum on the steering wheel. He snorted.
He’d never been one to muss his things. Cars, houses, offices, his attire…everything had a place. Sam got him thinking and jerking off. Maybe, it was time for a change. His life wasn’t bad, but it was lonely. Did he want a date or a lifetime? A date worked for the short term and could easily segue into long term with the right person. But who?
He knew damned well who.
Collin unrolled the cuff of his shirt then wiped the smeared mess off the steering wheel. What was that commercial he’d seen this morning during the news…your life starts now?
Time to chase exactly what he wanted—Sam.

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