TWO TO TANGO
BY NICOLA CAMERON
About the book:
Rory MacLellan, AKA the Highlander, may be
the most successful interstellar art thief in the Known Worlds, but he still
has a conscience. So when he runs into a suicidal museum worker during his
latest job, he has no choice but to stun the man and rescue him from certain
death.
Dr. Dmitri Grigoryev was an up-and-coming
exoarchaeologist until a disastrous dig left his career in tatters. Hungry,
broke, and desperate, the last thing he expected was a dashing thief to come
along and save his life.
Thrown together by accident and with
interstellar police on their tail, Rory and Dmitri reluctantly join forces for
a major heist. But will their simmering attraction get in the way, or prove
that they were meant to be together?
BUY LINKS:
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Read an EXCERPT
Dmitri turned over, glancing down the line
of their bodies. Rory’s erection was very obvious in his kilt, almost comically
so. The other man must have been contorting himself to keep it off his ass. Of
course, now that he was face up, his own erection started filling out nicely.
Rory started massaging his shoulders and
arms, going nowhere near his nipples or other erogenous zones. Finally, he
couldn’t stand it anymore. “Um, you’re hard.”
“I know,” Rory said evenly. “Don’t worry
about it.”
“Kind of difficult to do that when it’s
right over my stomach. Besides, so am I.”
Rory gave a half shrug. “Totally normal. Lots
of guys get an erection during a massage. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going
to make a move on you or anything.”
He didn’t understand why that admission
annoyed him, but it did. “Of course not,” he muttered. “Why would you?”
Rory stopped at that, frowning. “What’s
that supposed to mean?”
“I
don’t know.” He turned his head, staring at the bulkhead. “Never mind.”
“Hey.” Long fingers cupped his chin, urging
it back. “I’m not making a move on you because I don’t believe in hitting on
someone when they don’t have a way out of the situation. I mean, yes, I think
you’re incredibly hot, which should be obvious by the fact that my cock can now
cut diamond.” Rory glanced down at his crotch and grinned. “But that’s my
problem, not yours.”
That’s
what you think.
Dmitri could feel Rory’s body heat moving through him, lighting up nerve
endings. He’d been sure that his life would be one long, slow slog through
museum workshops, getting older and more bitter with each passing year until he
was shunted off to some sterile senior station to die.
Instead, he had been kidnapped during a
heist by the Known Worlds’ sexiest antiquities thief, rescued from CAPOD by
said thief, been given the chance to restore a shattered Saolao ceremonial
bowl, and now had the same sexy thief kneeling over him with a rock-hard
erection after giving him the best massage of his life. Except he’s backing off like I’m a nervous virgin.
It was time to take matters into his own
hands, quite literally. He cupped his palms over Rory’s exposed knees, feeling
the other man twitch from the unexpected contact. “What if I said yes?”
Rory frowned. “I’m sorry?”
“What.” Dmitri slowly ran his fingertips
under the tartan, up Rory’s thighs. “If I.” He pressed the heels of his hands
against the soft prickle of hair and the lean muscle underneath, continuing his
upward slide. “Said yes?” His fingers reached the top of each thigh, dancing
over the crease where leg met groin. The skin was smooth there, but he could
just feel the beginnings of crisp pubic hair brushing his thumbs, and the heat
from what had to be an aching cock.
He wouldn’t let himself touch it. Not until
he was sure they both wanted this. “Or do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Nooo, I think I’m catching on.” Eyes
gleaming, Rory leaned over and kissed him. “Is this all right?” he whispered,
each word the softest puff of breath against Dmitri’s lips.
“Definitely.”
“Good. Because if you don’t put your hand
around my cock in the next thirty seconds, my head is going to explode.”
Dmitri couldn’t help chuckling. “Well, we
can’t have that, can we?”
***
FIVE THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT RORY MACLELLAN:
He’s actually not a huge fan of deep fried Mars Bars. He thinks they’re a little too gooey. Deep fried Terry’s Chocolate Orange, on the other hand...
Kittens make him melt.
When he was younger, he had a crush on 21st century TV star John Barrowman.
He likes to have his upper back gently scratched in big looping circles.
Deep in Molly’s memory, triple locked against erasure or loss, is the recipe for Rory’s favorite soft drink, Irn Bru.
About Nicola
Nicola
Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland,
and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a
result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered
the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite
a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola
decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up
during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When
not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious
and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to
work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and
then there’s just plain torture...).
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