Thursday, 22 April 2010

Excerpt Day -Swap Meet © Lolita Lopez

Excerpt

There were many ways Max had considered spending his Saturday night. Standing in a darkened corner of an upscale bar in Houston’s finest hotel hadn’t been among them. He still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to escort Gigi to this swap meet of sorts. When she’d told him of these private swinger parties she frequented, he’d been stunned. His straitlaced CFO was a closet kinkster! He’d never have guessed.

The zaftig sexpot swung her voluptuous hips as she prowled for the man she’d take back to her suite and fuck senseless. Interested men slipped cards into her hand or the waistband of her ass-hugging pencil skirt. Some cards she discarded immediately. A few she kept. Which man would she ultimately choose?

As she’d explained to him on the drive over in his chauffeured car, couples received invitations to these exclusive gatherings based on connections with others in the close-knit group of elite Houstonians. They separated from their partners at the door and indulged in a passionate night of no-strings-attached sex in a safe environment.

Max had never been in a place so sexually charged. His body buzzed with the tension saturating the air. The walls of the room practically pulsed with lust and heat and need. His idle gaze moved around the bar, taking in the offerings. None of the women appealed to him. They were all beautiful and primped but they just weren’t right. He wanted something he couldn’t quite name.

For some time now, he’d struggled with his inability to pinpoint what, exactly, was missing from his life. Women threw themselves at him on a daily basis. The perks of being a jetsetting billionaire, he supposed. He’d sampled most of the world’s most luscious beauties and yet never had he felt that connection, that sizzling snap of rightness when two lovers came together and sparked.

And he wanted that. He craved that more than anything. Would he find it here, tonight?

The sensation of a lingering gaze caught Max’s attention. He surreptitiously looked in the direction of the heated stare. A ripple of surprise shook his core. He’d met the gaze of a ruggedly handsome younger man. He wore his dark hair short and rakishly unkempt. His tailored suit outlined a muscular form, the kind of body one spent hours maintaining. The darkened atmosphere of the bar made it nearly impossible for Max to see the man’s eye color. Light, he guessed, maybe green or blue.

Max swallowed hard, a bit uncomfortable under the man’s intense gaze. He’d been checked out by men before but never like this. The guy was relentless. Max could almost feel the stranger’s hands drifting over his naked skin, his lips brushing against his neck. White-hot quivers rocked Max’s belly. His face flamed under the licentious stare.

When the man started toward him, crossing the crowded room like a sleek, prowling cat, Max went rigid with shock. He’d never been pursued like this—and it made him so hot. Arousal blossomed in his chest. His cock stiffened slightly, pressing against the placket of his boxers. His body’s reaction to this aggressive pursuit puzzled Max. He’d never responded to another man. Hell, he’d never responded to another woman like this. His head swam with desire and excitement and uncertainty.

Was this what he’d been missing all these years?

He stopped less than a foot from Max, invading his personal space without so much as a by your leave. His body heat penetrated Max’s clothing. His smell, something brisk and spicy, invaded Max’s senses, made his belly roll with unexpected desire. There was just enough glow from the recessed lighting for Max to make out the other man’s piercing blue irises. A faint scar marred his chin. Another, even lighter, marked his left cheek. The imperfections lent him a rough, roguish air.

With an expectant lift of his brow, the man held out a card. Max’s eyes widened at the bold move. In that long moment of indecision, their eyes locked. Fire licked at Max’s skin as the man’s gaze bore into him, seeming to peer right into his soul. There was suddenly no question in Max’s mind. He took the card, their fingers touching for a split second, sparks of desire igniting between them.

Max glanced down at the card. There was a name and a room number. Chris. 314.

By the time Max looked up again, Chris had stealthily departed. Gripped by an unexplainable fear, Max scanned the bar. His gaze settled on the wide expanse of Chris’ back. He lithely moved through the crowd, sidestepping cozied-up couples. As he neared the exit, Chris paused and glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met over the shadowed expanse. Max’s gut clenched with need. Chris shot him a wicked grin and wink before disappearing.

Rooted to the spot, Max clutched the card in his fist. Every fiber of his body screamed for him to make chase. Only the quietest voice of dissent invaded his lusty thoughts. Taking off after a strange man in a hotel had to be the riskiest thing he’d ever contemplated. Who knew what kind of trouble he might encounter. Or what heights of ecstasy…

To stay or to go? Max pondered his options carefully. He couldn’t shake from his mind the brief sensation of their fingers touching. His skin still tingled. He burned with hunger for Chris, craved the chance to try something he’d never before contemplated.

His feet moved forward even before he’d settled his mind on the matter.

Copyright © LOLITA LOPEZ, 2010

 

Swap Meet
Author: Lolita Lopez

Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing

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French billionaire Max Dantes never expected to spend his Saturday night at a sex-partner swap meet in one of Houston’s swankiest hotels. When smoking-hot firefighter Chris Collins hits on Max, his night takes an even more unexpected turn. Soon he’s pinned to a mattress beneath the sexiest specimen of raw masculinity he’s ever seen…and questioning everything he’s ever believed about himself.

Chris went to the swap meet looking for a fling but finds so much more. Soon Max is treating him to the kind of luxuries only a billionaire can offer. But when Max wants something more than an illicit tryst, Chris bolts. He’s just not ready for that kind of commitment or the potential consequences—and prejudices—of going public.

Or is he? But by the time Chris realizes his mistake, it just might be too late.

 

4 Speak To Me:

Chris on 22 April 2010 at 16:22 said...

Curses. I WAS resisting this one.

Erotic Horizon on 22 April 2010 at 16:45 said...

@Chris..

I read it last night and it was so cute - I loved it...

Just what the doctor ordered..

E.H>

Lily on 22 April 2010 at 19:23 said...

Another one for the TBB, thanks EH. :)

Erotic Horizon on 22 April 2010 at 20:16 said...

Yeah Lily...

You are going to love this one..

E.H>