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Sex and Sexuality
     

Sex and Sexuality

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by Willa Okati
 
When you've lost something, it's always in the last place you look. Quinn's found Billy. Does he want to keep him?
A newly-hired professor at a mountain college, Quinn is determined to put the past behind him. No more longing after men, not when he's turned his life around and even found a woman who's almost his fiancée. He's on the straight and narrow

Overview

When you've lost something, it's always in the last place you look. Quinn's found Billy. Does he want to keep him?
A newly-hired professor at a mountain college, Quinn is determined to put the past behind him. No more longing after men, not when he's turned his life around and even found a woman who's almost his fiancée. He's on the straight and narrow now-that is, until Billy comes along.
A force of nature, Billy sweeps Quinn off his feet and into a pair of welcoming arms. But does Quinn want to go back to being what he was, or does he dare to walk the path again after being interrupted? In the end, it's all about sex and sexuality.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and male/male erotic romance.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781599986418
Publisher:
Samhain Publishing
Publication date:
09/25/2007
Pages:
204
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.47(d)
Age Range:
17 Years

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Sex and Sexuality


By Willa Okati

Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Copyright © 2007 Willa Okati
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59998-641-8


Chapter One

"I think there's enough fruit in this house already." Quentin sat down and dipped his spoon into his bowl.

He'd just taken one measured bite when Billy leaned back, exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "So what did you think about last night?"

Quentin nearly choked.

"Seriously, man," Billy went on, oblivious to Quentin's struggle and fit of coughing. "Enrique. I love a man with caramel skin. Never been disappointed. Italian men make the best lovers. This guy, though, he was a close second. A prick like you would not believe and he knew how to use it, too."

Quentin managed to swallow. "Billy, please. I don't need to know the sordid details of your sex life."

"No? Figured it might loosen you up a little. You have, what, a girlfriend, right? You never shared morning-afters with someone?" Billy tapped the tabletop with a fork, making the tines dance along the edge of a plate. "Come on, you have to have done it one time or another."

"No. I respect Melissa's privacy, as she respects my own." Quentin took another bite of cereal and chewed determinedly. "I won't be giving you any details."

"That's a shame, man. Nothing like bonding over the way you bounced the springs." Billy hummed with seeming contentment. "Enrique, now, he talked to me about his past lovers. You know he got it on once in the back of his truck with a Texan he'd just helped move onto a ranch? Ride 'em, cowboy. He said I beat that guy by an inch."

"An inch of what?" Quentin asked before he could stop himself. Billy whooped and slapped Quentin on the leg as Quentin closed his eyes in embarrassment. "I see."

"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it, that's what I say." Billy crushed out his cigarette and lit a second one. "You mind if I stick around? We're walking to the faculty building together, after all."

"We are not," Quentin repeated, snapping out the words. "Don't play games with me. And for the record, Dr. Jennings, I have no interest in being friends with you. It seems I need to repeat myself on this point. We share living space, but that is where things end."

"Nah. You live with someone, you've gotta get to know them." Billy made an expansive gesture with his cigarette. "You'll love me in a while. I have a way with people."

"So I've seen."

"Nah, nah, not like that." Billy was utterly unsquashable. "I mean I get under people's skin, or so I've been told. Lots of people hate me when they first meet me." He twinkled with good humor. "I win 'em over, though. Never met someone I didn't get along with sooner or later."

"I'm afraid you're out of luck this time." Quentin scooped up the last spoonful of cereal. "And I'm not waiting for you. As soon as I've rinsed this out, I'll be on my way. Alone."

"Okay, fine, so you hate me right now. I'm a big boy."

"So I've seen."

"I can cope." Billy leaned back. "So why don't you get it all off your chest? Tear me a new one. You'll feel better. Go ahead and tell me what you'd like to do with me. A good punch in the nose? Uppercut to the jaw? Fist to the stomach?"

"I'm not inclined to violence." Quentin stood to carry his dish to the sink, focused on rinsing it out. "I do suggest that you clear away your mess before ants discover a feast, however."

"Shit, we have ants?" Billy sat up straighter and looked around himself. "I don't see any."

"Hypothetical ants!" Quentin barked. He turned on the faucet with a vicious jerk. "You take the least important things as if they were the most serious, and when it's something that counts-"

"Okay, cool. Now we're getting somewhere." Billy leaned back again. Quentin couldn't help turning to look at the man. He sat spraddle-legged in his chair, knees wide apart, exposing muscled thighs and strong calves, a defined chest and ... and ...

Quentin tore his gaze away from what Billy carried between his legs. He couldn't look. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. "I am going to clean up after myself," he said through teeth that were nearly gritted shut, "and then I am going to work. I suggest you do the same."

"There's time."

"There is not enough time!" Quentin slammed his bowl into the bottom of the sink. "Dr. Jennings, you clearly lack a sense of what matters in life."

"See, that's where we have a difference of opinion. I think that the small things are what count. Every little crumb that goes into making a day isn't just a crumb, it's a feast. Pounce on every little morsel and enjoy it with all your might. That's what makes a good life. Anything else is just going through the motions."

Quentin pinched the bridge of his nose to try and ward off an impending headache. This wasn't going to work. He and Billy had no chance of getting along at all.

"Go ahead," Billy encouraged. "Even if you don't say it out loud, think about what you'd like to do with me."

Force you to wear a tie and be in your office at the start of the day. Have you close the bathroom door while you're inside. Clean up the mess you've made. Eat healthily and sensibly.

Kiss me again.

Run your fingers through my hair.

Press your body close to mine.

Lie on your back while I'm between your legs, with your hands holding on tight ...

Quentin drew in a deep, shocked breath and opened his eyes. Billy sat with his head tilted to one side, looking at Quentin as if he could read his mind. "See?" he asked softly. "The imagination's not such a bad thing, is it?"

(Continues...)



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Meet the Author

Willa Okati has a hundred and one different stories to tell, and she's getting there one book at a time. Permanently glued to her computer chair in front of a laptop, she can be found pounding the keys from before dawn until after dusk. She's delighted to have found a home at Samhain, where she can write her Appalachian-with-a-twist paranormal stories. Coffee is her best friend and her lifesaver; cats are her muses; her bookshelves are groaning under the weight of a tremendous collection.

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