Novel
From Torquere Press
Sequel to EMERALD: Rewriting History
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
Museum curator Tobin Wyler heads to London to get some answers from Pierce Worthington following the theft--and subsequent return--of the emerald called the Green Sorrow from his exhibition in New York. He understands why Pierce and his family steal things, but it's going to take more than understanding to be able to make a future with Pierce.
When the National Gallery hires Pierce's security firm to help thwart a robbery, Tobin joins the team, but soon finds what he suspects to be a fake hanging on the walls of the world-renowned museum. He and Pierce follow the forgery's trail and find more than they bargain for when they try to uncover the truth. It's Tobin's art history expertise that leads him to the original, but how far will he bend the rules to save Pierce?
EXCERPT
Pierce's fingertip circled the one visible nipple and Tobin
let out a moan. When Pierce's tongue flicked over it, Tobin arched against
Pierce's mouth, this time pulling the rest of the sheet off his body and giving
himself up to whatever Pierce wanted to do with him. To him.
Pierce's mouth and hands made their way eventually, but not
soon enough, to Tobin's cock. Tobin gave up speaking and thinking and nearly
gave up breathing, and Pierce sucked and licked at him, one hand kneading his
balls until the fire inside was unbearable.
"Oh, Pierce, just fuck me already."
"No," Pierce mumbled around Tobin's cock.
Tobin bucked his hips, fucking into Pierce's mouth, watching
his cock slip in and out until Pierce lifted his head. Tobin groaned in
anticipation.
"Too tired to fuck. You've worn me out."
"You don't look worn out." Tobin noticed Pierce
was hard. "Come on?"
"I can call room service for a dildo. They are very
efficient -- and discreet -- here."
Tobin made a face like he was considering Pierce's ridiculous
suggestion for a moment. "No way. Unless they have one of those
monster-sized. Otherwise, I'll settle for you."
"And right now, this is about you. I want to
concentrate on you."
Tobin couldn't argue with Pierce's logic, even if he
couldn't explain it. He was too close to waste any more time and rather than
replying, pushed his hips up ever so slightly.
Pierce got the message, leaned down again and picked up
where he'd left off, but he slipped a couple of fingers inside of Tobin and
tickled Tobin's sweet spot until he'd reduced Tobin to a quivering pool of
jelly. A very satisfied pool.
Pierce kissed the inside of Tobin's thighs, something Tobin
absolutely loved and he appreciated how Pierce remembered all his hot buttons.
"Looks like you're still doing plenty of cycling,"
Pierce stroked Tobin's heavily muscled thigh.
Tobin liked that, too. He let Pierce keep kissing and
stroking as he caught his breath, letting his gaze travel around the room
again. Then it hit him.
"Hey, wait a minute..."
Pierce raised his head. He had a little dribble of come on
his chin. Tobin liked seeing that. He wouldn't even mention it.
"Don't tell me you're gong to complain about that
BJ?"
"No. It's this room." Tobin was still slightly out
of breath and paused. "You didn't even know... whether or not I was
coming..." Pierce locked eyes with Tobin on that word, "until I walked
through that door... I don't even know how many hours ago." Tobin took
another much-needed gulp of air. "Don't tell me you got this for me."
Tobin crossed his arms over his chest watching the expression on Pierce's face
change from playful to serious again.
"I got it hoping you'd be joining me."
Tobin narrowed his eyes and rolled away from Pierce on the
bed.
"Reggie sent you the plane ticket and I knew you wanted
an apol--" Pierce looked away, then back at Tobin. "An
explanation."
"Still not buying it." Tobin shook his head but he
smiled at the way Pierce, usually glib and self-aware, was fumbling for words.
He'd make Pierce work for forgiveness, even if Tobin had already made up his
mind on that point. "Doesn't Reggie have a flat not far from here?"
"Yes, but here we have privacy. And a butler."
"And room-service dildos?"
"I've never ordered any if it makes you feel better,
but..." Pierce's face colored almost imperceptibly. "Okay, I just love
staying in this place. Especially..." Pierce's voice trailed off again.
What was he hiding? "Especially what?"
"Afternoon tea." Pierce let the words tumble out.
"The Ritz does an amazing one. Usually have to get a reservation weeks --
months sometimes -- in advance. Apparently some people come to
"Somehow you don't strike me as the afternoon tea
sort."
Pierce stuck out his lower lip and glanced away from Tobin.
"Let's go downstairs now for tea. You'll see what I'm
talking about." Pierce whispered against the back of Tobin's neck.
"It's afternoon?" Tobin's voice was still husky as
he noticed for the first time how sunlight streamed through the gap between the
heavy silk draperies that covered both windows.
"Yes, you've wasted the whole day in bed."
"I wouldn't exactly call it a waste." Tobin rolled
over so he was face-to-face with Pierce, their bodies still pressed close.
"You're too kind." Pierce kissed Tobin's neck.
"I'd say you were the kind one," Tobin replied,
wondering at how even now his body still craved Pierce's touch. Then his
stomach rumbled and Pierce laughed.
"So, tea?"
"Do they have those teeny cucumber sandwiches with the
crusts cut off?
"Finger sandwiches. Always. In fact, they're my
favorites."
"That always seems like such a stupid waste of time,
but I'm famished; I could probably eat a hundred of 'em."
Pierce gave Tobin a half-glare and looked insulted, and
Tobin laughed. He enjoyed seeing this unexpected side of Pierce. How much of it
was joking, he wondered.
"Maybe you'd prefer the delicious scones with clotted
cream and--"
"Clotted cream always sounds so... medical to me." Tobin wrinkled his nose.
"But it is tasty."
"Why do they call them finger sandwiches, anyway? Don't
you eat all sandwiches with your fingers?"
Pierce grinned and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well, I could think of other things you could do with your fingers."
He pulled Tobin's hand down between his legs.
Tobin grinned and tickled behind Pierce's balls with a
fingertip. "I don't think this would go over very well with the Ritz
clientele, do you?"
"If you did that downstairs, I'd trade it for all the
cucumber sandwiches in the world."
Tobin laughed and cocked an eyebrow. "I'll consider
it..."
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