Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Marty took a long, slow breath. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

  “But we’re going to have each other.”

  Marty nodded. “I love you, Jacob.”

  Jacob gave him a gentle kiss. “I love you, too. And right now, that’s all that matters.” Marty wanted to reply, but he couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling. He kissed Jacob instead, letting his body say what words couldn’t.

  THE END

  Author bio: Silvia Violet writes erotic romance and erotica in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop.

  Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.

  Get to know Silvia better by visiting her website, http://silviaviolet.com

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  Emailing her at silviaviolet@gmail.com.

  Deanna Wadsworth – UNSCHEDULED MAINTENANCE (Office Sex)

  Selected by Deanna Wadsworth

  Dear Author,

  Sometimes the boss is in charge and sometimes he's not ... and sometimes he just can't hold himself back any longer. There's nothing like a man who can both give and take orders.

  [PHOTO: A dark-haired middle-aged man in a blue business shirt, tie, and suspenders kneels in front of the rampant erection of his younger lover, mouth open to receive him. The standing man is muscular, tattooed, dressed in a grey tank and khaki work pants, open to reveal striped boxers. One hand cups the dark head in front of him.]

  .... and all the rest is up to you.

  Thanks,

  Geoffrey

  Genre: contemporary

  Tags: dirty talk, spanking, office sex, men in suits, construction worker

  Words: 6,642

  UNSCHEDULED MAINTENANCE

  by Deanna Wadsworth

  Geoffrey grunted, wincing as he strained to get what he so desperately wanted. A lone bead of sweat ran a track down his forehead and lingered on his brow, moments away from stinging his eyes. He stretched toward his prize. Lower lip pinned between his teeth, he focused harder. “Just… a… little… bit… Ouch!”

  Yanking his burnt hand back, he sucked on the wounded digit. “Damn light-bulb.”

  He cautiously climbed down from his desk, regretting the decision to remove his shoes because his socks were slippery. But he didn’t want to scratch the mahogany, so he’d just have to be careful not to fall and break his neck. That would really ruin his plans. Retrieving a hand towel from his private bathroom, he returned to his sabotage project.

  Having assumed the light-bulb would be fluorescent, the burn had shocked him. The bulb should’ve been the energy efficient kind, not the cheap household variety.

  Add that to the list of things he planned to have a word with Cole McCarthy about.

  Geoffrey’s law practice encompassed half of the top floor of the Dennison Tower. Cole McCarthy supervised the six man property management crew which serviced the thirty-story building. He and his partners paid exorbitant rent to be in the exclusive part of Seattle their clients preferred, and from the skyline view to the toilet paper or light-bulbs, they expected the best. And Cole was supposed to make sure it happened.

  Cheap light-bulbs, indeed. Wait till he got his hands on that man.

  His blood raced at the prospect, heating his skin and sending a tickle behind his belly button and just below. He tamped it down and climbed carefully back onto the desk. This time, armed with a towel, he removed the bulb without injury to his person. He shook it until the filaments rattled.

  When he screwed it back in, he let out a triumphant, “Ha, ha!”

  No light.

  Dismounting, he replaced the towel and his shoes. After putting his desktop in order, he took a cleansing breath and hit the intercom. “Tiffany?”

  “Yes, Mr. Winters?”

  “I need to speak with McCarthy from maintenance. There’s a light out in my ceiling.”

  “I can take care of that for you,” she offered.

  “No thanks, Tiffany. I’m tired of the shoddy job his staff is doing. I want to speak to him personally.”

  “Of course, Mr. Winters. One moment, please.”

  While Tiffany got Cole on the line, he used the opportunity to collect himself. His black hair, which he kept trimmed high and tight, hadn’t been mussed from his endeavors, thankfully. After centering the Windsor knot of his tie, he snapped his suspenders into a more comfortable position. He thought about putting his suit coat on but the royal blue cotton of his fitted dress shirt accented the broad shoulders and flat abs he’d been working so diligently for at the gym. And he wanted Cole to notice.

  He knew this was crazy. ‘Desperate’ might even be a better word. But he couldn’t help himself. From the first moment he’d met Cole a year ago he’d been wildly attracted to him. Always inventing new ‘problems’ in the office which required his personal attention. Parking his Jag in the south parking lot near the property management office. Anything he could think of to sneak a peek at Cole McCarthy.

  Though he suspected the ruse didn’t hold up anymore.

  God love Tiffany, the girl was anything but inefficient. The intercom crackled as she came over the line a few minutes later. “Mr. Winters, I have property management on line one for you.”

  “Thank you, Tiffany.” He picked up the receiver, not surprised his hand trembled. “McCarthy?” he clarified, pleased his voice was steady.

  “Yes, Mr. Winters?” Cole’s sultry voice never ceased to hit him where it counted. Right in the groin. The deep baritone of it was almost gravely, with just a hint of sarcasm.

  “I have a problem.”

  “And no one can fix it but me?” the sexy voice on the other line surmised.

  Damn, it was that sarcasm again. What he wouldn’t give to fuck it right out of him. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen today. Well, at least he didn’t think it would. His cock swelled and he shifted in his chair. This game they’d been playing since the first day Cole came into his office to repair the bathroom sink—a game full of subtlety hidden innuendo—made him so hot he could hardly concentrate sometimes.

  “Yes, that is what you’re paid for, isn’t it?” Geoffrey piled on a heaping layer of his own attitude.

  He could visualize the man arching his left eyebrow in annoyance. Cole didn’t technically answer to him, but part of his job included keeping the tenants happy. And bossing the other man around definitely made Geoffrey happy.

  After a long pause, Cole finally asked, “What do you need, Mr. Winters?”

  “The light-bulb directly above my desk is burnt out. No doubt because you’re cutting costs using the cheap kind. I want it fixed immediately. I have an important conference call at four o’clock which I need to prepare for. While you and your men wander around the building pretending to look busy, the rest of us are working our asses off, you know. I don’t have time for this kind of incompetence.”

  Another long silence followed. Geoffrey thought maybe he’d laid it on a bit thick. However, he couldn’t take it back now. A show of submissiveness would only ruin his plans.

  “I’ll be right up, Mr. Winters.”

  ****

  Geoffrey’s breath caught in his chest when Tiffany gestured Cole, tool-belt tossed casually over his shoulder, into the office. Effortlessly carrying an eight-foot orange ladder, Cole thanked her for holding the door. A navy blue knit cap covered shaggy blond hair, making him look younger than the thirty years Geoffrey knew him to be. He’d only buttoned the sho
rt-sleeved white shirt with his name stitched above the pocket half way, like he’d thrown it over the grey tank-top as an afterthought.

  Brown eyes which always seemed to sparkle with amusement— as if Cole alone were a part of some secret joke —drifted to the burnt out light-bulb above the desk. Then they took in the bright sunlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows. The sunniness, unusual for Seattle even in July, rendered the russet faux-finish on the walls a pale gold. “I guess we do have a problem.”

  Geoffrey pursed his lips. There was that sarcasm again. “Yes, and you’ve kept me waiting.”

  Cole quirked one dark brow.

  God, he loved that!

  He also loved the full sleeve of colorful tattoos the maintenance man had on his right arm. Tattoos he reminded himself not to ogle while at work. Still, the peek-a-boo of a tribal tat on his left arm made Geoffrey long to slide his fingers up the sleeve and explore the rest of it, committing every intricate detail to memory as he learned the significance each image held for Cole.

  “Do you need anything else, Mr. Winters?” Tiffany stood patiently in the doorway.

  “No thank-you, Tiffany. Please, close the door behind you.”

  Cole arched his sweeping dark brow in surprise, but Tiffany didn’t question the instructions as she turned and left.

  When the door ‘clicked’ shut and they were finally alone, Cole skipped the pleasantries. “I’m going to need you to move so I can set up my ladder.”

  Geoffrey jumped from his chair quickly, getting a little hot under the collar at his ready obedience. He paused in the middle of reaching for the chair, however, when he saw the smile dancing on Cole’s full, kissable lips. Regaining some semblance of dignity, he left the chair where it sat. He couldn’t let him take the lead without at least a little resistance.

  Cole cocked his head to the side curiously when he didn’t move the chair.

  “I don’t move furniture.”

  The derisive tone caught Cole off guard and his left brow quirked. He hadn’t expected that, Geoffrey could tell. Swallowing hard, his dick snaked down his pant leg ever so slightly. Damn, he loved the subtle sexual back and forth of their encounters.

  As Cole moved the chair and opened the ladder, Geoffrey poured himself two thick fingers of scotch. He picked up a file and planted himself on the cardamom leather couch in front of the window, pretending to read while he surreptitiously took in the show he’d staged. The whiskey warmed his throat, filling him with a heat which trickled through his veins and headed straight to his crotch.

  “Your office is stuffy,” Cole observed after returning from the bathroom with a light-bulb from the storage closet. He noted with perverse pleasure it was another cheap bulb which would probably burn out in a few weeks.

  That meant Cole would have to come back.

  “Maybe you should check the air conditioning unit,” Geoffrey suggested casually, as if he hadn’t been checking out the other man’s ass.

  “Maybe I should.”

  His back to Geoffrey, Cole unbuttoned his white shirt then tossed it on the chair. The armpits were sweat stained and the desire to bury his face in the garment for a deep inhale of the man’s scent overcame him. Throat suddenly dry with want, Geoffrey took a hefty swallow of scotch. Choking back a gasp from the burn in his nose and throat, he was glad the faux-pas went unnoticed.

  No one ever affected him like Cole McCarthy did. And the way he took the steps of the ladder in slow, sensuous movements only made it worse. Hastily, he crossed a leg to hide his growing erection. He’d never understand how the man could render the most innocuous chore sexy. Cole held the new bulb in his mouth so his hands were free to climb the ladder safely. The way his plush, dark lips wrapped around it made Geoffrey long to see those same lips sucking down one of his balls. Damn, he loved to have his balls sucked on, tugged.

  Okay, now he really was hard.

  Cole’s long tattooed arms stretched upwards, reaching the burnt out light easily. Grease smudged the knees of his Carhartts. He must’ve slid the caramel-colored canvas pants over his jeans because he’d been working somewhere dirty. A thrill went the length of his spine knowing the man had dropped whatever he’d been doing when Geoffrey demanded his presence.

  Unaware he was the main act, Cole unscrewed the old bulb. Geoffrey had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the groan when his tank-top inched up, showing off sculpted abs and a line of dark hair trailing temptingly below his jeans. Damn, the man was a fine specimen.

  The whole project took less than five minutes and though, obviously, the new bulb functioned, Geoffrey came over to inspect the work. Standing several feet from Cole, the scent of his sweat affected him so strongly the steadiness of his voice amazed him. “That’s better.”

  “You know what would be even better?” Cole asked.

  “What?”

  “You treating me with respect.”

  His stomach jumped in his throat. He’d never heard that particular note of irritation in Cole’s voice before. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me, Mr. Winters.”

  Heat rushed throughout his extremities when the bigger man took a step closer. Feeling like cornered prey, Geoffrey’s feet rooted to the spot.

  “Do you have any idea what I was doing when you called me to change a light-bulb?” He advanced again, until they were less than a foot apart.

  The dominant presence of the bigger man made Geoffrey’s dick snap to attention, a surge of unexpected pre-cum wetting his boxers. “I’m the boss. You should come when I call,” he blustered, jutting out his chin in a feeble attempt to regain the power he’d lost. However, when he thought about it, he didn’t really want the control back. Not this time.

  “I’m not your lapdog,” Cole snapped. “And last I checked, you don’t sign my checks.”

  The Adam’s apple on his throat rolled as Cole towered above him, so close the heat of his body almost scorched him.

  “You know what I think I outta do?”

  Geoffrey shook his head, heart racing and dick like a rock. “What?” Dammit, his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat. “File a complaint with the building owner?”

  A wicked smile flashed across Cole’s face, his next words laden with sarcastic taunt. “I don’t think so, Mr. Winters. I like to fix things myself. And the only way I see that you and I are going to work this out is if I bend you over this desk and paddle your round little ass.”

  A violent shudder rolled the full length of Geoffrey’s body. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Cole to say that. Nor had he expected it to make him so goddamn hot.

  Cole’s lips quirked in a grin. “Hmmm. You like that solution, don’t you?”

  His head bobbed up and down though he didn’t recall telling it to do so.

  The deep rumble of his chuckle incited more fluid to seep from Geoffrey’s dick. “I thought as much. Then maybe I’ll fuck you till you learn some manners.”

  It was a damn good thing Cole seized him by the shoulders then, because his knees gave out under the weight of those wicked promises. The other man slanted his mouth over his, tongue probing in possessively. Moaning under the sudden intensity, he clung to Cole and gave himself over, knowing in the back of his head the gesture granted the man more than permission to kiss him.

  It gave him total control.

  Arching hungrily into the bigger man, he made a desperate noise in the back of his throat. God this had been exactly what he’d wanted! How had Cole known when Geoffrey himself hadn’t?

  Cole ended the battle of tongues but Geoffrey’s lips wantonly followed his. The man chuckled, the power of it undoing his insides. “Looks like somebody likes being told what to do.”

  He was nodding again, dammit, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved this wild shift in Cole’s normally cool and reserved behavior. When Cole released him and stepped away to lock the door, Geoffrey actually whimpered— whimpered like a fucking little girl.

  When Cole returned, he deliv
ered his order with the certainty of ready obedience. “You’re gonna suck my cock first. Now get on your knees.”

  Without hesitation, he dropped to the floor as Cole unzipped and pushed down the front of his jeans. Reaching through the flap of his striped, dark purple boxers, Cole pulled out his rigid cock. Leaving his balls hidden inside, he waggled the shaft in invitation. “Come and get it. You know you want it.”

  Geoffrey had never wanted anything more in his entire life.

  Like a hungry calf, his mouth chased that long, stiff thing, tongue questing after it, too. Cole teased him for a minute, keeping the prize just out of reach. Then he released himself, his tumescence holding the dick straight out. With a moan he took the proffered cock, the meatiness of it in his grip making his mouth water. He licked the smooth head then swallowed half the length. Spit dribbled freely from his lips and down the shaft, lubricating his fingers. When he had it soaked and could pump his hand in rhythm with his mouth, Cole started to thrust into his mouth.

  “That’s it,” Cole said, the authoritative tone tempered slightly with lust. “Suck it like you mean it. Like the little bitch boy you pretend not to be.”

  Jeesh, he sure is enjoying this. Then again, it had been a long time since Geoffrey had been this hard himself. The taunting way Cole talked nearly drove him to the edge. He reached down to unfasten his pants and release his cock.

  “Don’t you dare touch yourself.”

  The sharp command shocked Geoffrey. Releasing him, he gave Cole a pleading look. He didn’t mean it, did he?

  Cole tsked and shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. You won’t touch yourself until I say. And you sure as fuck better not cum in your pants either. You understand?”

  He nodded, unsure if he’d be able to obey the last order. He’d been ready to come since that kiss.

  Cole took hold of the back of his head and drew him forward. “Now get back to work. Suck my cock.”

  Geoffrey earnestly obliged, moaning and making a slobbery mess of his face and Cole’s boxers. He sucked and licked, relishing the silken heat of the dick in his mouth, on his tongue and in his fist.