Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

these days.”
Sam licked his lips, trying to concentrate on the conversation. It wasn’t easy, with Bo’s butt muscles flexing in his palms and Bo’s crotch rubbing against his abdomen. God, the man knew just how to drive him crazy. “Um…they have to sign a waiver.”
“Yes, but Toby’s behavior has me rethinking the whole process.” Bo dipped his head, brushing his lips against Sam’s neck. “Maybe we should only bring people local to Mobile, so we can meet them beforehand.”
“Or just conduct all these amateur investigations locally.” Sam groaned when Bo’s teeth sank into his flesh at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Bo, unless you’re prepared to throw me on that bed and fuck me right now and explain to the group later what we were doing all this time, you’d better stop it.”
Bo laughed, but Sam felt the sudden tension in his body. No one except their coworkers and friends at Bay City Paranormal Investigations knew they were a couple. It wasn’t ideal, as far as Sam was concerned. He’d much rather be completely open in their relationship. But Bo had what he felt were valid reasons to keep their secret from all but their closest friends, and Sam respected that. After nearly losing Bo during the South Bay High investigation two months earlier, Sam had decided he could deal with a little secrecy as long as they were both alive, and together.
“Sorry,” Bo said, moving off Sam’s lap. He stood, outlined in the faint light bleeding around the door. “I can’t get you off my mind today.”
“Just today?” Sam rose to his feet, crossed the room and flipped on the lights. “Seems to me like you’ve been all over me ever since we got here.”
“I think it’s being here at the Inn. Being alone in a room with you every single night.” Bo tugged on the waist-length black braid hanging over one shoulder. “You’d think all that sex would calm my libido down, but it seems to be having the opposite effect. I can’t get enough of you.”
The reminder that soon they’d be back in their room, alone and horny, made Sam’s groin twitch. He loved the frequent sex, but what he loved more was simply having Bo with him. Being able to hold him close while they slept, to wake up with Bo in his arms and make love in the early morning light. It was a rare thing for them, and Sam cherished every second. Thank God for the Kimberley’s exorbitant prices, which made sharing rooms necessary for all the BCPI staff.
Closing the distance between them, Sam pulled Bo into his arms and kissed him. “Good, because I can never get enough of your cock in my ass.”
Bo’s cheeks flushed, his dark eyes glazing. “Christ, I can’t believe the things you say sometimes.”
Sam leaned over until his lips brushed Bo’s cheek. “You mean things like how much I’d like to spread your legs and eat your asshole right now? Or how much I love it when you shove your cock down my throat and fuck my mouth? Things like that?” He flicked his tongue into Bo’s ear, chuckling at the sharp gasp that caused. “You know you love it.”
Bo didn’t answer, but the way he shook in Sam’s embrace said it all. Sam grinned against Bo’s neck. Discovering how turned on Bo got when Sam talked dirty to him had been a delightful surprise. It had only taken Sam a couple of weeks to convince Bo that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, describing in minute and graphic detail what he’d like to do to Bo at any given time had become his favorite method of turning the man into a shivering puddle of lust.
The best thing about it was, he could do it at any time. Just last night, he’d kept whispering to Bo during dinner at the Kimberley Inn’s posh restaurant, telling him all the depraved things he could do to Sam’s body later. They’d barely made it through dessert before Bo dragged him back to their room, yanked his pants down just enough to expose the necessary area and fucked him so hard his teeth rattled.
Who knew that underneath that cool, professional exterior lurked a sex-crazed hedonist?
My sex-crazed hedonist. Sam hummed and buried his face in Bo’s neck.
“Sam,” Bo breathed, stroking Sam’s back. “We…we still have to do tonight’s wrap-up. We’re going to be late if we don’t go.”
“You started it.” Yanking Bo’s head back by his braid, Sam took his mouth in a deep, probing kiss.
Bo melted against Sam with a soft sigh, just like Sam had known he would. In public, no one would ever guess they