BLURB:
Rory
MacLellan, AKA the Highlander, may be the most successful interstellar art
thief in the Known Worlds, but he still has a conscience. So when he runs into
a suicidal museum worker during his latest job, he has no choice but to stun
the man and rescue him from certain death.Dr. Dmitri Grigoryev was an up-and-coming exoarchaeologist until a disastrous dig left his career in tatters. Hungry, broke, and desperate, the last thing he expected was a dashing thief to come along and save his life.
Thrown together by accident and with interstellar police on their tail, Rory and Dmitri reluctantly join forces for a major heist. But will their simmering attraction get in the way, or prove that they were meant to be together?
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EXCERPT
Dmitri turned over, glancing down the line of their
bodies. Rory’s erection was very obvious in his kilt, almost comically so. The
other man must have been contorting himself to keep it off his ass. Of course,
now that he was face up, his own erection started filling out nicely.
Rory started massaging his shoulders and arms, going
nowhere near his nipples or other erogenous zones. Finally, he couldn’t stand
it anymore. “Um, you’re hard.”
“I know,” Rory said evenly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Kind of difficult to do that when it’s right over my
stomach. Besides, so am I.”
Rory gave a half shrug. “Totally normal. Lots of guys get
an erection during a massage. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to make a
move on you or anything.”
He didn’t understand why that admission annoyed him, but
it did. “Of course not,” he muttered. “Why would you?”
Rory stopped at that, frowning. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”
“I don’t know.” He
turned his head, staring at the bulkhead. “Never mind.”
“Hey.” Long fingers cupped his chin, urging it back. “I’m
not making a move on you because I don’t believe in hitting on someone when
they don’t have a way out of the situation. I mean, yes, I think you’re incredibly
hot, which should be obvious by the fact that my cock can now cut diamond.” Rory
glanced down at his crotch and grinned. “But that’s my problem, not yours.”
That’s what you
think. Dmitri could feel Rory’s body heat moving through him, lighting up
nerve endings. He’d been sure that his life would be one long, slow slog
through museum workshops, getting older and more bitter with each passing year
until he was shunted off to some sterile senior station to die.
Instead, he had been kidnapped during a heist by the Known
Worlds’ sexiest antiquities thief, rescued from CAPOD by said thief, been given
the chance to restore a shattered Saolao ceremonial bowl, and now had the same
sexy thief kneeling over him with a rock-hard erection after giving him the
best massage of his life. Except he’s
backing off like I’m a nervous virgin.
It was time to take matters into his own hands, quite
literally. He cupped his palms over Rory’s exposed knees, feeling the other man
twitch from the unexpected contact. “What if I said yes?”
Rory frowned. “I’m sorry?”
“What.” Dmitri slowly ran his fingertips under the tartan,
up Rory’s thighs. “If I.” He pressed the heels of his hands against the soft
prickle of hair and the lean muscle underneath, continuing his upward slide.
“Said yes?” His fingers reached the top of each thigh, dancing over the crease
where leg met groin. The skin was smooth there, but he could just feel the
beginnings of crisp pubic hair brushing his thumbs, and the heat from what had
to be an aching cock.
He wouldn’t let himself touch it. Not until he was sure
they both wanted this. “Or do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Nooo, I think I’m catching on.” Eyes gleaming, Rory
leaned over and kissed him. “Is this all right?” he whispered, each word the
softest puff of breath against Dmitri’s lips.
“Definitely.”
“Good. Because if you don’t put your hand around my cock
in the next thirty seconds, my head is going to explode.”
Dmitri couldn’t help chuckling. “Well, we can’t have that,
can we?”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate
Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a
confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located
in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of
"y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing
about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing
career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she
wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable
identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major
telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s
just plain torture...).
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