Hard Job (A-List Security #2) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A-List Security Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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“I don’t use them near as much as you’re thinking. Maybe when I was younger, I wasn’t so picky, but now I’m rather…choosy.” I added a pointed look to emphasize that I was choosing him, specifically, and earned another blush from him as a reward for my efforts.

“I’m flattered. And…uh…similar here. More action when I was younger, less so lately.” He retrieved the stuff, giving me a great look at his round and tight ass.

“Damn.” I whistled. “You are so worth the wait.”

“Did you really think I was all-that when you were younger?” He tossed the condoms and lube next to me on the bed.

“Dude, you were walking uniform porn, and I was a horny teen.” Laughing, I motioned to the space next to me on the bed. “Yeah, I had my share of losing my virginity to Lieutenant Hottie fantasies,” I admitted.

“Damn. I am so glad I never knew that.” His mouth quirked before settling into a frown. “Please tell me Danny never knew of those thoughts.”

That got him an eye roll. “Do I look stupid?”

“Nope. And you and he...” Making a vague gesture, he stood beside the bed, maddeningly not next to me yet.

“Never,” I assured him. Danny was essentially a bouncy puppy who needed all the attention and petting, while my usual vibe was a little edgier, my surprising like of Duncan’s sweet side notwithstanding. “He’s my bestie, but we never clicked like that.”

“Thank God.” Finally, he joined me on the bed, and I pulled him closer.

“You don’t share well?”

“Absolutely not.” Rolling onto his elbow to face me, he gave me a hard stare. I had never found possessiveness sexy before, but apparently, my attraction to Duncan was full of all sorts of firsts.

“I’ll keep that in mind. No impromptu threesomes or moresomes for the lieutenant.”

“Duncan,” he corrected. “Call me Duncan in bed. Just plain Duncan.”

“As if you could ever be plain.” I gave him a fast kiss, trailing my fingers down his jaw. “But fine. Fuck me, Duncan.”

“Roll over.”

“No warm-up?” I laughed so hard my abs hurt, but my body wasn’t averse to the idea of a fast, hard fuck. “Wham bam—”

“Hush.” He pushed at my hip. “I want to rub your back first. I’m not done helping you relax.”

“Fuck me until my teeth rattle, and I guarantee I’ll be plenty relaxed.” Grinning, I complied with his request, stretching out with a pillow under my head. I’d be fine with getting right to the good stuff, but I was curious to see what he had planned.

“Ha.” He ran a hand lightly down my back. “Fair warning. I’m probably terrible at this.”

“As if you could be bad at anything.” I settled more comfortably against the bed to encourage him to keep going. He started with light touches but gradually increased the pressure and used his thumbs like I had earlier on his neck.

It was more friction than I was used to from a massage, and I probably should have sent Duncan to the bathroom for some lotion, but no way was I turning down his efforts. Besides, even the drag of his callused hands was sexy, the combination of rough skin and gentle touch as he worked my back and shoulders. I might have had far more experienced massages, but none this sweet.

He must have paid attention to the way I’d been stretching post-show because he spent a long time on my sore arms. But even sweeter than his powers of observation were his little kisses in between finding new spots to rub and knead. Tentative at first, so light I almost missed it, then more deliberate kisses and licks until I forgot all about the lack of lotion and his inexperience and melted. If his objective was turning me into a puddle of warm chocolate, he’d succeeded as my every muscle was heavy and loose, my brain blissfully empty, and all my nerve endings buzzing with the high of his touch. The music cycled through another couple of songs, and I drifted away, losing track of everything other than the next brush of his lips.

“This is nice,” I huffed into the pillow, not even bothering to turn my head. “Feels like I’m floating away.”

“If you’d rather sleep…” He licked the base of my spine, letting out a dark chuckle as he squeezed my ass.

“Hell no.” I raised up enough to glance back at him. “I’m not about to miss any of this.”

“Good.” He ran a blunt finger down my crack. “This okay?”

“More than.” I arched my spine to encourage him. In truth, I didn’t always have patience for fingering or enjoy how vulnerable it could make me feel, but with Duncan, I craved it. I wanted those long, blunt fingers everywhere. “And no need to be overly timid either.”

“Bossy.” He lightly slapped my ass before reaching for the lube. “Gonna tell me how many you prefer and which angle too?”


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