Thursday 19 February 2015

#ReleaseDay Squeal - Under his Boss is here #mm @evernightpub #officeromance #bdsm

*excited squeal*

I'm so happy that you'll get to meet my boys today. Under his Boss started right here on this blog, and you can see the original Flashes here and here.

James and George grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go until I told their story. I  had great fun getting to know these two, so without further ado I give you Under his Boss.



Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.


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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24929575-under-his-boss

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James has wanted his boss in like forever, but he's not going to give in that easily...

*****

 “Are you going to answer me? Are you even into men, or am I just some little experiment for you. An itch to scratch, before you—“
“No.” That one growled word sliced through the air, and James took a step back at the barely controlled fury in the other man’s ice blue gaze. Gone was the professional detachment George always showed in the office and James swallowed hard, when George yanked the tie he wore over his head and threw it on the desk next to the card. He opened several buttons on his shirt, as though he found it hard to breathe. The action exposed the strong column of his neck with his prominent Adams apple, which bobbed wildly as he swallowed hard. George screwed the card up in his fist, scowled at the crunched up paper in his hand, and dropped it back on the desk as though it had burned his digits.
“Damn it, have I ever given you the impression that I would treat you like that, James?”
There was a wealth of hidden emotion behind those few words, and James shook his head when his boss’s azure gaze connected with his. Fury, hurt, uncertainty, and some other much deeper emotion all chased each other in the depths of George’s eyes, like storm clouds on a summer’s day. They stared at each other for several tension filled moments, before James shook his head.
“No, you haven’t. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around this sudden change of attitude. You never once gave me any indication that you were even remotely interested. I thought this was all completely one sided on my part, and…”
His words trailed off when George smiled. The action lit up his handsome features, and James realized with a start that that was the first, truly open smile he had ever seen his boss give to anyone. This wasn’t just the obligatory quirk of the lips, reserved for everyone. No, this was an open, see right to the bottom of his soul smile that lit up his eyes. It chased away the brewing storm clouds in his gaze until only brilliant blue remained. George had to clear his throat several times before he spoke.
“So, you are interested then?” At James’s curt nod, George flopped down into the chair next to him, shut his eyes and blew out a huff.
“Thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think I’d made a complete fool out of myself, and completely misread you. I mean, it’s been a while since I did… well.” The most endearing blush spread over George’s sculpted cheek bones, and he leant forward in his chair, and rested his forearms on his thighs. The action only emphasized the width of his shoulders, as the fine linen of his shirt pulled tight across them and the rolled up sleeves shifted further up his strong arms. George wasn’t just the pampered pencil pushing son of a successful business man. His body spoke of the years he’d spent in the army, and he clearly still kept himself in tip top condition, despite being firmly entrenched in civilian life for the last year.
“How long has it been?” James asked, and George threw him a wry grin.
“A few years. Last time I was on leave and hooked up with this guy I met in a bar. I was drunk, and he hit on me, and… well, it was fun, let’s leave it at that. It also made me realize that the best sex I ever had has been with guys, and that I’ve been deluding myself to even entertain the notion of going straight, despite the old man.” George paused and sighed, and James rounded the desk and perched his butt on the edge of it. He reached out to touch the other man’s shoulder, and a shudder went through George’s frame. James too, gasped at the surge of connection that shot up his arm. He let his hand linger and stroked his fingertips along his boss’s collar. Warm, soft skin greeted him, and he trailed his hand higher, and giving into his earlier urge, ran his fingers through George’s hair, and brushed them through the thick mop at the top. George’s groan trembled through him and he brought his other hand up until he could frame the man’s face. George placed his hands over James’s and they simply locked gazes, drinking in the sight of each other, silently assessing, searching for the answers they sought.
It was James’s turn to groan when George stroked his hands up James’s arms. He traced the tat on his right biceps, and rolled his chair forward until his knees touched James’s legs.
“How far does this go?” George asked and the husky quality of his voice shot straight to James’s balls. His cock hardened to the point of pain, and he released his hold on George’s head, and hopped off the desk. It was put distance between them or give into the instinct to fuck his boss right here and now, and Nora would never forgive him, if they messed up his desk now. She was exasperated with the organized chaos he surrounded himself with as it was. Besides he had to work at this place come Monday morning, and there was no way he would be able to concentrate for toffee, if he had actual memories of taking his boss over his desk to contend with, rather than just wicked fantasies.
Besides, if it had been a while, then George deserved a gentle first fucking on a soft bed and with no chance of them being interrupted by anyone.
His cock jerked against its confines and James adjusted himself with a groan. He would have permanent zipper marks on his dick at this rate, and no doubt the wet spot on his boxer briefs would soon become visible on his jeans. Seeing George adjust himself through his trousers made him grin despite the discomfort. At least he wasn’t alone in his predicament.

Not that that knowledge was helping one iota, and James desperately searched for a safe topic of conversation in his head. George’s last question surfaced through his lust filled brain and he blurted out the answer.
“Dragon, it’s a dragon,” he said and George blinked in seeming confusion.
“What is?” he asked.                                      
“My tat. It’s a dragon. Spreads across my shoulders and back, and into my neck, and the tails wraps around my biceps.” He lifted his right arm to illustrate his point, and understanding dawned in George’s eyes.
“That must have hurt.”
James shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

“Like the fucking bitch, but it was worth it. I had it done when I came out. I thought it was fitting. You know, slaying the dragon and all that junk."
*******


Now, excuse me while I go back to bouncing in excitement!


Stay naughty, folks!

D xxx






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