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On this post, I'm giving away a FREE e-copy of gay office romance
Who Moved My Holepunch? to one lucky commenter. Here's the blurb:
Darren Fording works as a Senior Timetabling Officer for his local college. When Max Sheldon arrives to take over as Acting Registrar, Darren finds himself consumed by lust for his new boss and making the kind of decisions he as a stuck-in-his-ways administrator has never made before.
When Darren initiates a full-on kiss during a meeting with Max, the enthusiasm of the Registrar's response takes him by surprise. Max is reluctant to pursue a relationship with an employee, but Darren is equally determined not to take no for an answer. Can he prove his worth to the man he's beginning to love and show him he's a dab hand at educational politics as well?
And here's an extract to warm up your day:
Max looked pretty darn good. Darren hadn’t seen
him all day, as he’d been neck-deep in last-minute inspection preparation,
whilst Max had been out sweet-talking local schools and parents. He wore a dark
blue suit matched with a soft cream shirt, his jacket slung over his arm. No
tie, but Darren imagined he’d taken that off for tonight. Who wore ties on a
date? He’d ditched his in the drawer a couple of hours ago.
If he’d expected Max to say something, he
didn’t. Instead, he simply gazed at Darren, his eyes wide and unblinking. It
wasn’t the look of a man who planned a few drinks with a colleague before
making his way home unaccompanied.
Darren rose to his feet, not even bothering to
put his trusty holepunch in its usual position. For once, it could fend for
itself.
“You’re the sexiest sight I’ve seen all day,”
he said, and watched as Max’s eyelashes flickered.
“I hope so,” said Max. “Bearing in mind where
you work.”
They both laughed, but then the laughter faded
as they continued to look at each other.
“Take your shirt off,” Darren said, as he strolled
round his desk to half-perch on the front.
“Not even a drink first, as we agreed?”
“Later. Not now.” Darren walked right up to Max
and stroked one finger down his face. “I want to see your chest.”
He didn’t know where this new demanding person
came from. He didn’t know why taking the lead felt so natural when it came to
Max. The man was his boss, for
heaven’s sake. He really shouldn’t be ordering him to strip. It certainly
wouldn’t look great at his next review, but Darren couldn’t help himself. Neither
was Max objecting. He nodded, as if what Darren had asked was the most logical
instruction possible.
Then he stepped back, dropped his jacket onto
the desk and began to unbutton his shirt.
Darren couldn’t have stopped gazing if the
whole of the international catering contingent had charged in, waving a variety
of freshly baked baguettes and a dozen bags of bagels. Thank goodness they
didn’t because the sight of Max’s chest, slowly revealed, required all his
attention. He was smooth-skinned and lightly tanned in a way that spoke of
outdoor life rather than the demands of the gym. His nipples were dark, with a
slight framing of hair, which Darren longed to run his fingers across.
Not yet, though, not yet.
When he’d fully unbuttoned his shirt, Max shrugged
it off, not even bothering to glance backward at where it lay crumpled on the
lino.
Darren smiled. “That’s nice. Very
nice. I like your body. I knew I would. Thank you.”
Max opened his mouth to speak, but Darren laid
one finger on his lips, feeling the soft hush of his breath against his skin.
“Please,” Darren said. “We’re not in our office
roles tonight. I don’t want you to speak at the moment. I just want to admire
you.”
He did so, walking around Max as he stood,
panting a little and with the light from the window making his shoulder muscles
gleam. Darren leant forward and puffed a hot breath over the nape of Max’s
neck. A small groan and a shiver rewarded him. “I think I’ll close the blinds.
I don’t want people looking in and seeing us. This is private.”
After he’d shut the blinds, Darren locked the
office door. The security teams were on site and, although they’d never
bothered him when he’d worked late before, he didn’t want to take any chances.
It would be Max’s career as well as his own on the line here if he weren’t
careful. He didn’t want that kind of guilt.
“We’re safe,” he said. “I’d love it if you took
off the rest of your clothes.”
Max swallowed and closed his eyes briefly.
Darren could almost see the struggle written on his face between professional
pride and personal need. He stepped closer and touched his arm.
“Whatever happens,” he whispered, “it doesn’t
go anywhere other than between the two of us. And it won’t affect how we are at
work. I’m not that kind of a man.”
Max glanced at him, and half-smiled. “I know
you’re not,” he whispered. “I know.”
The way Max looked at him almost made Darren
lose control and kiss him for a second time, deeply and with feeling, but that
wasn’t what he'd come here for. Whether Max had known it or not
when he strolled into the office a few minutes ago, he hadn’t been searching
for someone indecisive, but someone with control.
Darren hoped he could provide it. “I’m
waiting,” he said.
Max licked his lips. He hunkered down and
unlaced his shoes, drawing them off and placing them side-by-side next to him.
Next his socks and then the trousers. He took more care of these than he had
with his shirt, folding them before laying them on the floor. Finally, he
stood, catching Darren’s gaze again. He could see the outline of Max’s cock
through his Calvin Klein’s and the very fact of the label made him smile.
Darren was happily a Marks and Spencer man himself.
“Take them off,” he said, but already Max was
slipping his briefs down his legs and pushing them away.
At last, he was fully naked.
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Anne Brooke
Gay Reads UK
