By Megan Slayer
M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance
From MLR Press
Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidaysâ€”his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?
If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But…being a world famous model means Bert doesn’t always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?
Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.
Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSRECCHR
Excerpt: ©Megan Slayer 2016, All Rights Reserved
Bert swatted Oliver’s rump hard. The sound echoed in the room. “I can’t wait to bury myself in it.”
“Then stop talking and do it.” He loved to tease Bert in bed. Besides, he couldn’t wait, either.
“I will.” Bet climbed onto the bed behind Oliver and straddled Oliver’s legs. He rained kisses all over Oliver’s back. Soft, sweet kisses that turned into nips and bites.
Oliver shivered and almost said, no marks, but this was a dream. Who gave a fuck if Bert left a hickey on his skin? He wanted proof he belonged to Bert and wanted that proof all over his body.
Bert stretched out along Oliver’s back and spoke in Oliver’s ear. “Ready?”
“Uh-huh. Beyond ready.” Oliver panted and tried his best to relax. Having Bert inside of him brought every sense to life and made every nerve ending tingle.
Bert slid one of his fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Fire licked Oliver from within. He breathed in the scent of Bert’s cologne and savored the sound of his lover’s voice.
Passion for Bert bubbled within his heart. He needed this more than he needed his next breath.
“You’ll get it all at Gerry’s Outlet Mall,” a voice sang.
What the hell? Who said that? When Oliver glanced over his shoulder, Bert wasn’t there. The pressure on his backside had dissipated.
“Bert?” He whipped over and sat up on the bed. “Bert?” Where was his lover?
No answer. No sign Bert had even been there. No clothes on the floor or closet doors open. Nothing. He was just there…
“The finest in gold watches and silver chain…only at Gerry’s,” the voice said again. This time Oliver noticed the music.
Oliver opened his eyes. He recognized the voice—the announcer on the radio. He scrubbed both hands over his face. When he’d set his phone alarm, he must’ve also set the clock radio one without thinking about it. He swatted the clock beside the bed and groaned. So much for the dream.
He stared at the ceiling and sighed. Bert might not be there right now, but he’d be home that night. Maybe he could convince Bert to leave the party early so they could have more private time together. If things worked out, he’d be able to experience what he’d dreamed of in person. He chuckled. The perfect end to the dream was both of them coming. He could do that. Once Bert got home, he’d give his lover the best Christmas present ever—a white-hot orgasm.