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Diversion [MultiFormat]
eBook by Eden Winters
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
eBook Description: Drug dealers aren't always on the streets; sometimes they sit in offices and boardrooms, selling merchandise in official-looking bottles instead of little cellophane bags... When given a choice between eight more years in prison or using his "expertise" to assist the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau's Department of Diversion Prevention and Control, convicted drug trafficker Richmond "Lucky" Lucklighter takes the sentence with the illusion of freedom. Cynical and unwilling to admit he's begun to care about his job, he counts the days until his debt is paid. His sole obstacle to getting his life back is the rookie he's assigned to train before he leaves--a rookie who quotes pharmacy texts, hasn't paid his dues, and has the obnoxious tendency of seeing the good in everyone, including the target of their investigation. Former Marine Bo Schollenberger dreamed of becoming a pharmacist, but watched the dream turn into a nightmare of PTSD-fueled prescription drug abuse. Battling his demons daily, he wakes up every morning, wondering, "Will this be the day I give in?" To keep his license, he must now put his skills to use for a diversion control task force, deal with a crude partner with too much attitude and no brain-to-mouth filter, and take down a drug lord who reminds him of his favorite cooking show hostess. The bad guys don't stand a chance--if Lucky and Bo don't strangle each other first... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Action / Adventure
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2012
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Lucky sucked in a lungful of precious air, risking a venture onto soggy ground that might sink at any moment. "It's night," he whispered, voice gone husky. "The room is dark except for a few candles. I noticed you shave your chest." Before Bo had a chance to interrupt, Lucky pushed on. "I'm straddling you, wearing only my jeans. I pick up one of the candles."
On the other side of the car, Bo gasped but didn't interrupt. "I tilt the candle a bit, letting the melted wax drip down the side." He paused, wanting his captive audience to wait for it, letting the anticipation build. "I dribble wax on your pecs. It's hot, but not too hot. Not enough to burn." Back in his younger days, Lucky'd experimented enough to determine where the line between pain and pleasure blurred. Encouraged by Bo's silence, he carried on. "I make patterns around your nipples and belly button. Ummm ... I can get to your belly button with the chaps on, can't I?"
"You can now," Bo hissed. Eyes on the parking lot, Lucky sensed the little rocking motions the man in the next seat made.
"I peel the wax off one nipple with my thumbnail. It leaves a perfect imprint. I pucker up and blow against the skin." He shivered at his own words, though the temperature in the car had spiked. Following his imagination down the rabbit hole, he lost himself in the scene vividly etched in his mind. Smooth, unblemished skin, marred by waxy spatters, nipples hard, Bo's cock jutting out, exquisitely framed by silver buckles and black leather. It nearly stole Lucky's breath.
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