Kinky
M/M Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse, Doctor’s Orders, Out Now!
Blurb:
Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t
expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake
Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty
house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving
work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him
feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away
with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake
when you’re dating a dominant doctor?
Note: Doctor’s Orders has been previously
released as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.
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Excerpt:
Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along
the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as
a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend,
Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the
patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a
conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to
make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That
was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their
worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution,
but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.
The corridor stretched on, and Aaron
thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the
walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white
paint and grey dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the
building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on
it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make
for a dull walk to the locker room.
As he continued his journey, he saw that a
supply cupboard door on the left hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was
nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were
just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they
needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t
open the door again to let themselves out.
Reaching the door, he’d just opened his
mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew
wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of
his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.
“Wha—”
Aaron didn’t even get chance to finish his
exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and
hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain
caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips
that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!
The fresh, spicy scent of Blake’s cologne
invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with
enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it
willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously,
and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the
cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out,
remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and
both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may
not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.
Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of
Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their
kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.
The move had clearly fanned the flames of
Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing
their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no
return.
But could there be a point of no return,
given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in
this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted,
it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns Erotica For All, and is one
eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out
more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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