might find, at the very least, unacceptable?
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His lips on my ear, whispering of his love for me, while he skilfully slipped the latex sheath over my pulsing flesh, brought me once more to my senses. The bloodlust that had, for a moment, clouded my vision retreated, and again the sweetness of Micah’s body was all I craved. I entered him, slowly thrusting into the depths of his being, losing myself in the sensuous heat of our conjoined bodies and the moist warmth of his kisses.
“Oh yes,” he moaned into my mouth. “Oh, Joseph…feels fantastic…”
“My sweet Micah,” I breathed against his lips as our rhythm quickened, and his
muscles tightened around my throbbing manhood. He clung to me as we rode the waves of ecstasy together. I felt his body stiffen in the throes of his orgasm and his hot semen spurt between our closely-knit torsos.
In my rapture, I almost levitated us from the bed. How I wanted him to realise the full force of my love for him—to let him soar with me to the skies, to have him revel as I did in the heightened sensual sensations only a vampire can feel.
Perhaps, one day we would experience all that together…
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Chapter Six
Micah
Working can be a real pain in the you-know-what at times, but it helps when you have wonderful memories of the previous night to put that extra zip in your step. The memory of the time spent in Joseph’s arms, the taste of his kisses still lingering on my lips, the sensation of having him deep inside me, all helped to counteract the fact I’d have to wait almost a whole week for a repeat performance.
However, Ron’s strange behaviour at the dinner party still had me worried, and I wanted to find out just what had been troubling him. I figured the best way was to just show up at his restaurant around six, the time he had his break.
It was already dark by the time I reached La Fortuna, the daylight savings time having just kicked in for the winter months. I stood in the hall outside Ron’s office and momentarily halted on hearing his voice raised in concern.
“But I don’t want him to be hurt, that’s all,” he was saying to someone else in his office.
“There is no reason for him to be hurt, Ron,” a low, melodious voice replied. Jean-Claude. “You know us better than that, surely.”
“I know you better than that—and Marcus too. But Joseph… I don’t know him at all well. Do you?”
“Yes. I have known Joseph for many years. He and Marcus were—” He broke off
suddenly, and I had the uncanny feeling that he knew I was standing outside, where I had absolutely no business being. Why was I eavesdropping anyway?
I coughed loudly to let them know I was there. “Ron…it’s Micah. Are you busy?”
He appeared in the office doorway, once more looking distraught at seeing me. “Hi, Micah. Come on in.”
Jean-Claude gave me a wary smile. Was he wondering how much I had heard of their conversation?
“Hi guys.” I stood awkwardly just inside the doorway. “Is this a bad time?”
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“No, Micah.” Jean-Claude hugged me. “Good to see you again.” He looked at Ron for a second then said, “We were just talking about you actually.”
“You were?”
“Yes. Ron is a little concerned about your relationship with Joseph.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Jean-Claude, for Pete’s sake.”
“Well, you are—and it is obvious that Micah sensed something the other night. That’s why you are here, Micah, is it not?”
I nodded. “I thought you were upset because I was at the party.”
Ron looked at me miserably. “Shit…this is none of my business, but you’re my buddy, and I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Hurt how?” I asked.
Ron and Jean-Claude glanced at one another, then Jean-Claude said, “Oh, the fact that Joseph is very rarely in LA. His business takes him all over the world, you see. It will be difficult for the
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His lips on my ear, whispering of his love for me, while he skilfully slipped the latex sheath over my pulsing flesh, brought me once more to my senses. The bloodlust that had, for a moment, clouded my vision retreated, and again the sweetness of Micah’s body was all I craved. I entered him, slowly thrusting into the depths of his being, losing myself in the sensuous heat of our conjoined bodies and the moist warmth of his kisses.
“Oh yes,” he moaned into my mouth. “Oh, Joseph…feels fantastic…”
“My sweet Micah,” I breathed against his lips as our rhythm quickened, and his
muscles tightened around my throbbing manhood. He clung to me as we rode the waves of ecstasy together. I felt his body stiffen in the throes of his orgasm and his hot semen spurt between our closely-knit torsos.
In my rapture, I almost levitated us from the bed. How I wanted him to realise the full force of my love for him—to let him soar with me to the skies, to have him revel as I did in the heightened sensual sensations only a vampire can feel.
Perhaps, one day we would experience all that together…
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J.P. Bowie
73
Chapter Six
Micah
Working can be a real pain in the you-know-what at times, but it helps when you have wonderful memories of the previous night to put that extra zip in your step. The memory of the time spent in Joseph’s arms, the taste of his kisses still lingering on my lips, the sensation of having him deep inside me, all helped to counteract the fact I’d have to wait almost a whole week for a repeat performance.
However, Ron’s strange behaviour at the dinner party still had me worried, and I wanted to find out just what had been troubling him. I figured the best way was to just show up at his restaurant around six, the time he had his break.
It was already dark by the time I reached La Fortuna, the daylight savings time having just kicked in for the winter months. I stood in the hall outside Ron’s office and momentarily halted on hearing his voice raised in concern.
“But I don’t want him to be hurt, that’s all,” he was saying to someone else in his office.
“There is no reason for him to be hurt, Ron,” a low, melodious voice replied. Jean-Claude. “You know us better than that, surely.”
“I know you better than that—and Marcus too. But Joseph… I don’t know him at all well. Do you?”
“Yes. I have known Joseph for many years. He and Marcus were—” He broke off
suddenly, and I had the uncanny feeling that he knew I was standing outside, where I had absolutely no business being. Why was I eavesdropping anyway?
I coughed loudly to let them know I was there. “Ron…it’s Micah. Are you busy?”
He appeared in the office doorway, once more looking distraught at seeing me. “Hi, Micah. Come on in.”
Jean-Claude gave me a wary smile. Was he wondering how much I had heard of their conversation?
“Hi guys.” I stood awkwardly just inside the doorway. “Is this a bad time?”
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“No, Micah.” Jean-Claude hugged me. “Good to see you again.” He looked at Ron for a second then said, “We were just talking about you actually.”
“You were?”
“Yes. Ron is a little concerned about your relationship with Joseph.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Jean-Claude, for Pete’s sake.”
“Well, you are—and it is obvious that Micah sensed something the other night. That’s why you are here, Micah, is it not?”
I nodded. “I thought you were upset because I was at the party.”
Ron looked at me miserably. “Shit…this is none of my business, but you’re my buddy, and I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Hurt how?” I asked.
Ron and Jean-Claude glanced at one another, then Jean-Claude said, “Oh, the fact that Joseph is very rarely in LA. His business takes him all over the world, you see. It will be difficult for the
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