King of Romance Read online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (Ward Security #4.5)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Ward Security Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
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“So fucking hot, Geoffrey,” he grunted, biting Geoffrey’s bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. “Feel so good wrapping my dick.”

“Love you. Damn. Love you so much.” Geoffrey let go of his legs and draped his arms around Sven’s neck, burying his hands in Sven’s long blond hair. He held the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Sven braced himself so he could thrust his tongue and his dick deep into Geoffrey. He wanted to crawl inside him and live there—the man tasted and felt so incredible, he stole his breath. And he was so damn affectionate, Sven felt loved every single day. Sometimes, the happiness seemed overwhelming, but he was so goddamn thankful for it, he would never take it for granted. Geoffrey spoiled him and loved on him and made him feel special in a way he’d never known was possible.

And being like this, buried in his body, was the best place on Earth.

He slowed his hips and slanted his mouth over Geoffrey’s pouty lips, softening the kisses, making love to his mouth as he did his body.

Geoffrey’s tongue flicked out to play with his. His body clasped around Sven’s cock and he pressed as far inside as he could, loving the way Geoffrey gasped and thrust up his hips to pull him even deeper. They moved together, knowing each other’s bodies, the tells…which noises meant pleasure and which were pleas to move faster. Harder.

When Sven’s orgasm hit, he gritted his teeth and groaned long and loud, spilling inside Geoffrey’s hot body.

Geoffrey yelled and clenched around him, coming all over his stomach and chest. He pulled Sven down all the way on top of him, holding him close. Sven buried his face in Geoffrey’s neck, panting and feeling the smaller man breathing just as hard beneath him. He started to move off him so Geoffrey could breathe, but the man only tightened his arms and legs. “Stay,” he whispered.

“Always,” Sven whispered back.

3

An Artistic Adventure

Royce stared at his reflection in the mirror, straightening his tie. He stepped back, taking in his appearance: black slacks and shirt with a deep-purple tie that matched the pocket square in his blazer. He looked like a fashionable grim reaper, but he had to admit that the style worked for him. Particularly when he was standing next to Marc in his lighter suits. A stark contrast to the eyes. Or maybe an angel and devil in the flesh.

Marc Foster was the angel that saved his life, though he knew his boyfriend would scoff at the description.

It didn’t matter if Marc agreed. There was no denying that he was the reason a smile played on Royce’s lips, and the shadows had disappeared from his eyes.

The man in question hurried out of the bathroom, his hair perfectly styled at last. He wore a pair of heather-gray slacks and a white undershirt. He walked straight over to the bed with the thoroughly rumpled sheets and snatched up his white shirt.

“Why am I always the one running late?” Marc muttered under his breath. Royce watched as he pulled on the garment while long, nimble fingers quickly buttoned it up.

“It might be because you’re a perfectionist with your hair,” Royce teased.

Marc snorted and snatched up the bright-blue tie resting on the bed.

Royce waited until Marc was busy tying the knot before he walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. A low, pleased hum vibrated up Marc’s throat. Past Marc’s shoulder, Royce could see out the wide windows of the hotel room and smiled.

“It’s snowing again,” he murmured as fat white flakes danced in the air. “Are you sure you want to go out in that? We just got all your various body parts defrosted.”

“While I’d hate to risk any of the bits that you value, we’re not going to be out in the snow for long,” Marc said. He’d finished placing the knot in his tie and leaned back against Royce’s wider form.

Two days earlier, they’d arrived in Budapest. Marc had conducted one brief meeting with a local artist, and the rest of the time had been spent exploring the ancient city. Royce had to admit; he might be falling in love with traveling with Marc. Before, each time he’d boarded a plane, he was on a job protecting a client.

But with Marc, the world came alive. His boyfriend loved to explore and delve deep into an area’s history. Marc had been to Budapest several times in the past. Their first day, they explored Buda Castle and Várkert Bazár, then topped off the night barhopping through the city’s ruin bars. Yesterday was bath-hopping through the city’s renowned Turkish baths, then an evening at the Hungarian State Opera House.

Today, they’d started with some ice skating at the enormous City Park Ice Rink and some much-needed quality time in the hotel room. But tonight was a party thrown by an important art collector. It was the last bit of work and play they had before grabbing a plane the next morning.


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