Executive Privileges
Executive Privileges
Badboy
Sutter Powell
$3.95
Executive Privileges
Badboy
Sutter Powell
$3.95
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Foreword
“Caught me looking, didn’t you?” Cliff said with a soft laugh as he pressed STOP on the remote. “You’ll have to forgive me, Hugh. I’m never this forward, but I must confess that I find you devilishly attractive. I’m fascinated by Americans, and you are just dead sexy.”
“Cliff, you don’t have to apologize to me. British men make me so hot. I jumped at the chance to come to London and meet someone like you,” he confessed in a rush of words.
Hugh and Cliff stared at each other, a hot current of mounting desire flowing between them. “Does that door lock?” Hugh half-whispered, his throat tight, his voice raspy.
“No. But the one to my office does. Hand me my case—I can’t walk down the hall like this,” Cliff said huskily and stood. Hugh’s eyes slid to Cliff’s groin and saw that the Brit had a very large, very obvious hard-on poking at the wool fabric of his trousers. Hugh hopped up and displayed the tent he had pitched for Cliff, and they both burst out laughing. Hugh handed Cliff his briefcase and they left the conference room, each holding his briefcase strategically at waist height.
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