A new Taste Test from Torquere Press. Office Relations.
The guy you see every day at the office might just be the man of your dreams, right? Who knows until they try? In Office Politics, by Kalita Kasar, times are tough for Kent and Lewis. Their construction business is taking a hit, and Lewis doesn't know how much more he can take. Thank goodness his partner Kent knows just what to do to make everything, even office politics, better.
In Lockdown, by Glyn Soitiño, Ian is going to be working late, thanks to his insensitive boss. He thinks his luck has taken a turn for the worse when sexy Jake has to stay late, too. He finds out just how good bad luck can be when his high tech building goes into lockdown, and Jake is the only other person around. Finally, in Bonus, by Sean Michael, Jack thinks his new client, Mr. Leonid, is a picky bastard. He's also sexy, demanding, and very determined to get his money's worth from Jack. Will the two men find an arrangement that suits them both?
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"I've always said no sex in the office," Lewis said. It was one of the very few stipulations he'd made in the early days of their relationship and despite a few very near misses over the years, they'd managed to stick to it.
"A change is as good as a holiday, they reckon..."Kent kissed him again. Needy, hot, with lots of tongue. Lewis felt his resolve buckle under the sweet onslaught. He grabbed the lapels of Kent's jacket, pushing him away.
"Wait." Lewis went to the door and locked it.
Returning, Lewis grabbed Kent. The telephone, blotter and a caddy of pens went skittering off the surface as Lewis pushed him backward on top of the desk.
"Rules are made to be broken." Lewis smiled, crawling up onto the desk and straddling his partner's hips. "I've wanted to do this ever since we saw Dangerous Liaisons."
"Dangerous Liaisons?" Kent frowned at him. "Don't you mean Fatal Attraction?"
Lewis grinned. "Oh, yeah, that one. Harrison Ford and...whatsername."
"Mate, you're hopeless. It was Michael Douglas and Glenn Close."
"Whatever. Just shut up and look pretty." Lewis swooped for another kiss, his fingers working Kent's tie undone.
"Just promise me you won't boil my bunny," Kent said with a chuckle.
Lewis loosed the tie from around Kent's neck and then went to work on shirt buttons, baring the broad expanse of skin and muscle, lightly furred with coarse black hair. His man was still in good shape and damned sexy. He nipped playfully at Kent's chin and then worked his way down to that bared chest, nibbling and licking. His lips found a nipple and closed on it, his tongue teasing the little pebble to hardness. The soft moans and pleas from Kent goaded Lewis, and he nipped sharply, bringing a cry from Kent's throat and making that gorgeous body arch up off the desk.
Lewis sat back, surveying his handiwork. Kent was flushed and looked so fucking good with his shirt and jacket laid open in crumpled folds around that lean, tanned chest. Lewis scooted backward off the desk, ignoring Kent's dismayed groan and the pleading gray eyes that met his. He dropped his hands to the waist of his own pants and unfastened the belt and fly, shoving pants and jocks down, letting his heavy, aching cock break free. It was leaking pre-come, and the cool air in the office felt like the touch of ice. Lewis bit his lip and then made quick work of stripping Kent out of his pants.