Slippery When Wet Blog Hop

Is there anything sexier than a gorgeous guy, dripping wet, clothes clinging in all the right places… okay, clothing not entirely necessary… *fans self as imagination goes in to overdrive*? Hope the image is doing good things for you too! The Slippery When Wet Blog Hop has arrived and there are some great prizes on offer from over thirty authors taking part. One lucky commenter (from anywhere in the world) will be able to choose an ebook from my published list at the end of the hop. All commenters here will also be sent on to be entered for the grand hop prize, which is a fabulous $50 gift card! Good luck and enjoy this nicely damp excerpt from Living on the Edge 🙂

Excerpt:

He made his voice deliberately gentle. “So, Aiden, would you prefer to have your punishment now or in the morning?”

Aiden looked startled and a little scared. Heath kept his silence until Aiden realised that he had to speak because there was no other option.

“Tonight…Sir.” He hesitated, as if uncertain whether that was enough, then added a whispered, “Please.”

Heath just nodded, took a step forward and grasped his slim wrist firmly. He applied just enough pressure to make a point but not enough to hurt, then tugged Aiden after him. His skin was so soft and smooth, warm to the touch. He resisted the urge to stroke Aiden’s inner wrist with his thumb. He wondered if it was one of Aiden’s erogenous zones, if he would respond to it being wrapped in a supple leather cuff.

Fuck. Mentally he reprimanded himself for visualising things that had an inevitable effect on his cock.

Aiden trailed after him, unresisting and unquestioning, until they reached the men’s locker room. The large shower area was a pristine, white-tiled square with showerheads on three walls. Heath dropped Aiden’s wrist and pretended not to notice when he caressed the red marks left by his grip. He circled the room, turning each shower fully on as he went.

“Now you’re going to clean it, inch by inch.” He pulled a small scrubbing brush and a bottle of cleaning fluid from a cupboard and threw them into the centre of the shower area. “Without getting your clothes wet.” Then he took a seat on a changing bench, crossed his ankles and waited to see how long it would take Aiden to realise that this punishment wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Slowly, a pretty flush spread its way across sharp cheekbones. “You son of a bitch. You can’t do this.” His voice was scratchy, as if his throat were dry.

Heath quirked one eyebrow. “Can’t I?” He watched, delighted, as Aiden visibly trembled.

Aiden glared back at him and just for a moment Heath thought he might refuse, but then he pulled his shirt off over his head, muffling a “Fuck you.” Boots and socks were next, then trousers—pushed down and kicked away. Heath had to clamp his mouth shut to stop himself from drooling at the sight of all that smooth, pale skin over toned muscle. Despite his dark colouring, Aiden had very little body hair. Nothing on his chest and just the faintest tracing leading beneath his black shorts. He hesitated for just a moment before turning his back and yanking off his underwear.

Heath nearly came there and then at the sight of Aiden’s perfect, smooth, tight arse. What he wouldn’t give to bend Aiden over his knee right that minute and give him the spanking he deserved. How pretty those cheeks would look with his mark on them.

Aiden grabbed the cleaning tools, took a step into the showers and dropped gracefully to his knees. For the next hour Heath was in a heaven of his own making as Aiden scrubbed each tile, even though they were all perfectly clean already. Water glistened on his skin. His hair darkened and hung in dripping tendrils around his face. Every movement tensed muscles in his thighs and buttocks. Tantalising glimpses of plump, smooth balls were an occasional treat, but Aiden kept his legs stubbornly closed and his back to his audience. It wasn’t until he had scrubbed every tile and stood with a groan that Heath knew he would see what he really wanted to.

“I assume I’m done, or do you want me to repeat that utterly pointless process?” Aiden snapped.

Heath just smiled calmly. “You’re done.”

Aiden turned with more than a hint of defiance, stalked from the shower room and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. It took long enough for his erection to be clearly visible to Heath’s satisfied gaze. That was all he needed to know. There was no doubt that Aiden was thoroughly, and beautifully, turned on by domination.