The Gallery On Main Street [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Christiane France
eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Martyn Cole doesn't like his late uncle's business partner, and he knows the feeling is mutual. Trouble is, he wants Simon Deschamps as badly as he suspects Simon wants him, and when the terms of his uncle's Will force them to work together, Martyn knows he must either figure a way to redirect his emotions elsewhere, or deal with them head on. After deciding on the direct approach, Martyn calls Simon, says they need to talk, and suggests they have dinner together. The restaurant Martyn had in mind, however, is closed, so Simon takes him to a nearby gay club. Martyn isn't sure what to expect, but just as he gives up hope of the evening developing beyond dinner and a drink, things take a definite and exciting turn as the lights dim, the music is turned up, and Simon draws Martyn into his arms and onto the dance floor... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2009
15 Reader Ratings:
"...Martyn and Simon are fun to watch. They dislike each other and yet they want each other. Seeing their relationship change is fun and it is portrayed realistically...THE GALLERY ON MAIN STREET is a lighthearted and sexy romance..."--Nikki, Rainbow Reviews
I kinda thought after everything that had happened earlier--the way Simon held me in the alley and the heated looks we've exchanged--maybe after dinner and a couple of drinks the evening had a chance of mutating into something more. But then, just as I'm about to give up hope, it happens.
The lights dim even further, until the room is dark as sin, and it's only the spotlights highlighting the walls. The volume of the music increases, and Simon takes my hand, urging me on to the tiny dance floor a few feet away.
The room disappears as I close my eyes and give myself up to the moment, the music and the man. I'm caught up somewhere between wide awake and dreaming. I know my most outrageous desires are about to come true, and I relish the delicious sensation of Simon's nearness as we slow dance our way around the cramped space.
My arms encircle Simon's waist, and he cups my ass in his hands, squeezing and kneading until I'm breathless with need. Our mouths meet and our tongues tangle. He's as turned on as I am, and I smell his body-heat as his slips a hand between us and begins to caress my dick.
I'm so content and so happy, I could stay like this forever. But the music changes to something a little more up-tempo, and we go back to our table.
Without a word and without missing a beat, Simon picks up where he left off a moment ago. Wrapping an arm around me, I feel the warm, wet glide of his tongue along my lips, while his free hand opens the zipper of my jeans and slips inside. I'm hot, I'm hard, and I hold my breath as I feel his cool hand touch my aroused cock. I tell myself to hold on, to keep my mind firmly focused. I'm a heartbeat from coming, and I want to enjoy this. I want to make it last for a minute or two at the very least.
His fingers skim me lightly from root to tip, and I shiver with excitement. Then he rubs the tip with the pad of his thumb, and the slightly callused texture of his skin pushes me right to the edge.
"Let it happen," he murmurs as he wraps his hand around my shaft and begins to slide it up and down the entire length, gradually increasing the pressure and speed until I know I can't hold back for even one more second, and then and only then do I push away his hand.
A few minutes later, the music changes back to something slow and sexy, and we return to the dance floor. I have no idea what Simon likes, but he solves the problem for me by guiding my hand down and pressing it against his own erection. His zipper is already open, so I slip a hand inside to explore. He's bigger than me in every way--longer, thicker, and I almost come again just thinking about how it would feel to have him fuck me.
But right now, his needs come first, and I begin to caress and squeeze him. As my fingers move faster, his breathing quickens, and the thud of his heart increases, then his whole body stiffens, and I quickly withdraw my hand.
Something tells me he was a lot more needy than I was myself. "Better, hmm?"
He makes a sound somewhere between a soft laugh and a sigh. "You have no idea, man."