Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing the last teaser from “The Art of Grant Management,” which will be coming out in Evernight’s Executive Assistant Manlove Edition. And you can thank all the people who kept saying, “We want to see MORE of Peter and Quincy” for this tease!

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

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“I’m not what you would call … experienced. I’ve played before, but it was some time ago.”

He pulled back and saw a contemplative Quincy. “Are you willing to learn?” the smaller man asked. “I’ll help you, but you’ll need to follow my lead at times.”

Peter smirked. “More topping from the bottom?”

“For awhile. Although I get the feeling you’ll pick things up very quickly.” Quincy’s entire stance changed, becoming more pliant and far more deliciously submissive. “So, what exactly do you like, Sir?”

“Doctor, if you don’t mind.”

The admin rolled his eyes. “Why does that not surprise me? Doctor,” he added belatedly.

Peter allowed himself a thin smile. “You’ll pay for that, pet.” He settled into the dominance, feeling it close around him like a well-loved jacket unworn for far too long. “As for what I like, I enjoy controlling my partner’s pleasure and orgasm,” he continued. “Teasing them, making them beg, drawing everything out until all they can think of is me. I’ll use whatever appeals to me to achieve that — bondage and discipline, edging, orgasm denial, sensual torture.” One corner of his mouth quirked higher. “I have to admit, I’m not much of an out and out sadist. I hope you weren’t after that.”

“Nope. I’m a sucky masochist.”

“Mm.” He pressed against Quincy, feeling the other man’s growing erection against his thigh. “That being said, what about spankings?”

Quincy shivered. “Oh, well. Those are really, really necessary,” he breathed. “Like, on a daily basis. Because I don’t know if you noticed this at all, but I’m kinda mouthy.”

“Oh, I noticed. Take off your tie.”

Two minutes later, Quincy was over his lap, trousers pulled down around his knees. The admin’s hands were bound behind his back with Peter’s tie, and his own tie had been carefully knotted and shoved in his mouth as a gag. Peter ran his fingertips over the cool, firm mounds of Quincy’s ass, enjoying the feel of muscle with just the right amount of padding. It would jiggle deliciously during a spanking.

He leaned to the left, eying Quincy’s reddening face. The pressure of the man’s erect cock against his right thigh indicated just how much the admin was enjoying this. “Safeword?” he inquired.

Quincy gave three short grunts. “Good. I think I’m going to start you off easy,” Peter said. “Let’s say ten swats because it’s a nice round number?”

He stiffened his hand and struck, jolting Quincy forward and eliciting a surprised grunt. Lifting his palm, he saw a perfect pink outline of outstretched fingers on the other man’s skin. “That’s one.”

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Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from “The Art of Grant Management,” which was just purchased this week by Evernight for their Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition antho, woohoo!

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

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Peter sent the email, then started pacing his office, hoping that the (admittedly subtle) message would be received correctly.

His hopes were fulfilled as a sharp staccato knock sounded on the door. It opened and Quincy peered around it. “You bellowed?”

For a millisecond, Peter hesitated. The admin looked tired, which was hardly surprising after the day they’d all had. Then again, fortune favors the brave. The worst he’ll say is no. “Come in, please.”

The admin did, closing the door behind him. Peter very deliberately leaned past him and turned the lock.

Quincy glanced over his shoulder at the locked door. “Let me guess — you’ve snapped from the pressure and you’re going to strangle me with the tubing from a Bunsen burner,” he quipped, going for a joking tone and not quite making it. “I should warn you, three different people saw me walk in here. You’ll never get away with it.”

Peter wanted to smile at the other man’s obvious nervousness. I’m right, I know I’m right. “I just wanted to talk to you in private, that’s all.”

“Oh. Talk.” Watching Quincy’s face go from casual to worried, then back to a mock casual that didn’t hide the worry very well, would have been hilarious in any other situation. The admin shoved his hands in his pants pockets, squinting up at Peter. “Uh, yeah, okay. So, uh, what do you want to talk about?”

“This.” Moving deliberately, he closed the distance between them and pulled Quincy’s hands out of his pockets. In one smooth move he raised them over the other man’s head, pinning the admin against the door. “You, John Quincy, are a brat,” he said, allowing a strict sort of fondness into his tone. “You have been a brat since you started here, and I’ve decided to do something about that.”

Quincy tensed, and for one horrible moment Peter thought he’d misjudged the situation. His brain was already frantically putting together a stammered apology when the admin’s eyes went dark and he relaxed into Peter’s grip. “Finally,” he murmured. “Jesus, doc, I was wondering if I’d have to trip and fall ass-up across your lap.”

Peter smothered a relieved sigh. “Yes, well, you can hardly blame me for my confusion. You don’t act very submissive.”

“Have you ever heard of topping from the bottom?”

“Mm.” He leaned in, pushing a knee between Quincy’s thighs. “I have a confession to make.”

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What’s Peter’s confession? I’m afraid you’ll have to read Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition to find out! Muwahahahaha!

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Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from my current WIP, a M/M contemporary story set in a medical research center that I will hopefully be submitting to Evernight’s Executive Assistant antho call sometime this week. I always knew that those years of managing research grants would finally come in handy!

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

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Peter pushed the Men’s Room door open, ready to argue. “I do not appreciate being ignored when you’re the one–” he started.

Then stopped. Quincy stood topless at one of the sinks, angrily scrubbing at a large red stain on his shirt. Half-naked, the short man was disconcertingly muscular, with broad shoulders and lean, well-defined arms.

But it was his torso that was truly a thing of beauty. Peter’s mouth abruptly went dry as he studied the delineation of muscle, ligament, and bone that made up John Quincy’s midsection. Oh, damn me. That’s just not fair.

The administrative assistant looked up and spotted him. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he grumbled. “Ursula ran right into me and splashed this shit all over my shirt. And it reeks.”

“Oh.” Peter took a tentative sniff, and winced. “Fixative, I believe. You won’t be able to get it out of a white shirt.”

Quincy scowled, holding up the soaking shirt. A pale pink stain was still very obvious across the chest. “Goddamn it. I liked this shirt, too.”

He started wringing out the fabric, muttering under his breath. The motion did wonderful things to his obliques, and Peter had a sudden vision of stepping closer and pressing his lips to one pale shoulder, tasting smooth skin and salt. Trailing down across the firm curve of a pectoral muscle, listening to Quincy’s soft, questioning moan as he mouthed a nipple, then moving to the low valley between pectorals, a fine line of dark hair prickling against his lips as he kissed his way down–

He realized Quincy had stopped wringing and was staring at him. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

“Uh, no. But you’re, um … you’re looking at me.” Quincy glanced down at his chest, then at his reflection in the mirrors over the sinks. “Did I miss some of that crap?

“No. It’s just … I wasn’t expecting you to be so…”

The other man raised an eyebrow, obviously expecting one of Peter’s usual insults. “Pale?” he snarked. “Freckled? You already knew I was a runt, so that can’t come as a surprise.”

“Muscular. You’re muscular,” Peter managed. Christ, you’re gorgeous. Bernini would have been reaching for a hammer and chisel by this point.

“Oh.” Quincy’s brows lowered in surprise, and for a moment Peter panicked that he’d said it out loud. “Uh. Yeah, well, when you’re 5’6” and mouthy, you learn to hit the gym if you don’t want to get the shit kicked out of you.”

“I see.” Peter let his gaze trail down, to the lovely V-shaped crease of the inguinal ligaments. It was one of his favorite spots on the male body, and Quincy’s ligaments were beautifully defined. Unable to resist, he studied how they disappeared under the man’s waistband, a natural pathway to the groin and– Oh.

To his shock, he saw Quincy was slightly tumescent, the outline of what looked like a very respectable cock just pressing against the twill fabric. With an effort, he dragged his attention away from the mouthwatering bulge, back to Quincy’s face. It was flushed, and the man’s dark green irises had shrunk to a thin line, almost disappearing next to the wide-open pupil. A faint blue line in his throat pulsed to an accelerated beat, and his chest rose and fell more rapidly now, pale nipples tightening and turning into tiny rivets.

Pupillary dilation. Flushed skin, increased respiration and heartbeat. Erectile response. The unconscious reflexes of physical attraction. Peter felt a rush of elation sizzle through him. He wants me. Oh, God. He actually wants me.

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