Bad Boy: Naughty at Night
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Book Title:
Bad Boy
Author:
Jamie Lake
Publisher: Jamie Lake (June 25, 2014)
Book Length: 65 pages
Genre:
Novella, MM, Erotica
Book Blurb:
Kindergarten teacher by day, sensual
masseuse by night, Peter Davidson never thought things would get so tough that
he’d need to give out sensual massages in secret in order to make ends meet.
But when the school slashes his hours in half and with no other jobs available
in town, he stumbles across the opportunity when fiddling around on an online
dating site and a rather handsome older gentleman offers him money.
What he thinks will be a onetime thing
turns into a booming business at night, and Peter promises himself he’ll only
do it long enough just until he gets caught up. He has nothing else going on in
his life, after all.
Handsome, classy and educated as he is,
Peter still hasn’t met The One. Until, that is, he meets Chip - the
What will Chip say if he finds out what
Peter is doing on the side? And, what’s worse, what will the school say when
they find out this teacher has been a very bad boy?
Author Bio:
My name is Jamie Lake and I'm the author of
more than 12 gay romance novels. I've been a big fan of gay romance books ever
since I started reading them and I really try to do something a little different. Some of my favorite gay romance mm
authors are Kindle Alexander, Sara York, Riley Hart and River Jaymes.
With my own novels, I like to give my
readers all the hot steamy scenes they like, but I also write characters with a
lot of drama.
Every single character I write has a piece
of me in them and in many ways, their situations have mirrored things I've been
through in my own life or other people I know have been through. Whether it's
Casey in "Boyfriend for Rent" who was kicked out his boyfriend's
house suddenly or Chris in "The Trainer" who was cheated on or even
Peter in the "Bad Boy" series who was desperate to find love and
stability, I've been there and done that.
Fortunately for me, I have a wonderful
partner now, so I know the heights of true love but I also know the lows of a
messy breakup. I hope you enjoy reading my gay romance mm stories as much I
enjoy writing And although my books have found amazing success, I'm so grateful
for every single one of my readers who have helped me make my dream of becoming
a full-time gay romance author come true. You rock!
Author Contact Links:
Email: jamielakenovels@gmail.com
Website/Blog: http://jamielakenovels.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/JamieLakeNovels
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Excerpt (Prologue):
“Remember, I’m kinda new at this,” Peter
fibbed a little. He wasn’t exactly brand new: he had done it before. He’d even
gotten paid for it. He wasn’t an expert though, so he didn’t want Nate getting
mad if he made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and he
was afraid of being punished for a mistake. He twisted his bottle of essential
oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air.
Truth was, he was nervous.
It’s not as though it was first time he’d
ever had a man in his bedroom: he’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night
of privacy while his roommate was away.
“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Nate mumbled
into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older
gentleman, Peter noted: maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff
Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Nate kept his locks cut short. His
powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.
Except Peter knew what he really was: not a
CEO by far. Nate was a 'made' man: the mob, the mafia - whatever they called
them nowadays, Peter didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Nate’s pores
was intoxicating.
Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been
awhile since he’d gotten laid. Peter could smell the pheromones emitting from
him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made his mouth water, and
he knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and he was sure
to come undone beneath his hands.
Peter bit his lip and allowed his eyes to
roam over the taut body lying before him, waiting patiently for him to begin.
He took a deep breath and steadied himself,
concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers.
As much as he wanted to just jump right on Nate– and oh God! did he want to –
he knew the benefits of taking his time. After all, there was no hurry.
Nate was the type of man who was used to
being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Peter could tell, and he was
going to enjoy this immensely.
The candles flickered, casting dancing
amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Peter’s
hand slid down his strong muscular forearms. Two, three drops fell from his
elbow and splashed onto Nate’s skin.
Peter smiled to himself as the mature man’s
buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.
“You ready?” he asked, in his deep rich
voice, rubbing his hands together to evenly distribute the oil.
“Better take off my pants,” Nate said, sitting
up and unbuttoning them. He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already. Peter had
actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his
boxers made his imagination go wild.
“All right,” Nate said, lying face down on
the bed. “Do me.”
Shivers went up Peter’s spine at the
command. He swallowed hard.
He laid his strong hand on Nate’s upper
back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as he slid his hands up and down
Nate’s upper back and shoulders, gliding his thumbs like magic, working out the
kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Nate said, his voice
barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and
down his spine.
It was the type of growl that drove men
crazy and got them hard, thick, and fast, and Peter was no exception.
His heart was racing and his cock was
stirring. It’d been so long since Peter had gotten laid, and his mind couldn’t
shift from the thought of sitting on Nate’s lap, riding his cock like a bronco,
kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running his fingers through his
salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as he began to lose control.
His eyes floated down to Nate’s bubble
butt. His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump, playing peek-a-boo,
and Peter had to admit, he had a nice ass. Must have played football when he
was younger, but he hadn’t lost his muscular tone.
Peter’s hands slid down from the center of
Nate’s back to just above his rump, his thumbs sliding under the elastic over
either side of his cheeks, then meeting in the middle, servicing him just the
way he was supposed to do.
“Is this okay?” Peter asked, watching him
closely for the barely perceptible signs that he should continue or stop.
“Oh yeah, you do have good hands,” Nate
responded.
Peter smiled to himself in satisfaction and
slid the boxers down to Nate’s thighs, the cool air running over his bare ass
as he massaged the inside of his cheeks, his fingers gripping just under his
pelvis then sliding back up to the center of his crack.
“Oh, yeah,” Nate rumbled, “Mmm ... that’s
what daddy likes.” The words drifted into the air almost unconsciously.
Fuck, this was hot, Peter thought. He was
getting desperately turned on, and he could tell Nate was too. He wouldn’t be
able to hold back much longer.
His mind was racing. How he just wanted to
pull Nate’s boxers down and suck that thick cock of his he knew was hiding
inside. He could smell their mutual arousal: the strong, distinctive aroma of
pre-cum mingling with the peppermint of the oil.
Nate shifted and turned around to stare up
at Peter with those blue-grey eyes and thick eyebrows which were raised in sly
expectation. It was the type of stare that let Peter know Nate was in control
and he expected to get what he wanted, one way or another.
Peter’s eyes looked away, not wanting to
lose himself in that hypnotic gaze, until Nate lifted his chin so his eyes were
locked on his.
“Now,” he said smoothly, sternly. Peter
quivered. “I know you’re good with your hands, so how about those lips?”
God, Peter wanted to blow him, to feel that
thick cock melt in his mouth. He’d never gone that far with a client and
promised he wouldn’t, no matter how hot they were, but God damn!
This was strictly an erotic massage: that
was it. But it’d been so long since he’d gotten laid, and God! was he needing
it badly, today more than ever.
He began to kneel down toward Peter’s
crotch, the hot aroma of his erection turning him on.
But Nate stopped him. “Not those lips,” he
said in that low voice that turned Peter’s legs to jelly. “Let’s see about your
other ones...between your cheeks.”
Peter was getting wet and sweaty with the
thought of it, but his eyes migrated over to the clock ticking away steadily
underneath the smooth, piping music.
He knew, sensibly, that he’d better cut the
session short before things went too far. He couldn’t afford to lose this job.
Besides, Peter had to teach school in the
morning. And kindergarteners weren’t the easiest of students. However, it was
the principal who Peter feared the most. If he ever found out what Peter’s
secret night job was, he’d be sure to fire him on the spot.
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