Addison and Taylor have been together for five years, but when they move in together, Addison discovers Taylor has a secret -- a hidden stash of bondage magazines, with pictures of Addison tucked inside.
Addison never thought he'd be into kinky sex, but he'd do anything to please Taylor -- including venturing out to an adult toy store on a hunt to find out more about BDSM. He's intrigued enough to bring home a rope set so he can surprise Taylor with the best Christmas present ever -- a kinky, tied up Addison.
Praise for Ticket to Ride
"...a wickedly delightful gay romance that somehow manages to instill a feeling of nervous anticipation for the reader. I know it's marketed as a Christmas story but in reality it's a fun title to read any time of year."
-- 4.5 Ribbons from Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
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Ticket to Ride (Red Velvet Christmas)
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Copyright ©2013 Ana Raine
"You can take a break, Addison," Taylor said softly, standing in the archway separating our kitchen from our dining room.
I managed to put a glass down on the marble countertop before I let myself indulge in looking at him. At six foot two, he towered over me. With his golden wavy hair, bright blue eyes and a hard chiseled body from swimming and running, I was always in awe someone so perfect had wanted me, much less wanting to stay with me for five years.
"I'm almost done." I averted my eyes and half turned my body so he wouldn't see my erection. I could never get enough of him, even when he pleasured me once or twice every day. There must've been something slightly wrong with my brain's ability to feel complete satisfaction.
"Be done now," Taylor suggested, sliding his hands around my waist. Taylor was a possessive sort of man, but never jealous. When other men happened to find my dark curly hair and gray eyes interesting, Taylor would simply pull me closer to him, devouring me slowly.
The day he first seduced me when I was working as a pianist in a dueling piano club would never leave my mind.
* * *
"You sure know how to play, don't you?" A tall, confidant Taylor strode through the doors, a gold watch on his wrist and a tailored suit covering his skin, but not obscuring his perfectly taut muscles.
The club was mostly empty, the most recent duel finished. My hands were still shaking from the exertion I'd put in to my newly learned song. My opponent had admitted defeat with a smile before walking off with some women who had been eagerly watching him.
I was just tapping on the keys while the music upstairs raged on.
"Let me buy you a drink?" the well-dressed man offered.
"If it's water," I said, gathering my music sheets and tucking them neatly into a folder. "I'm not twenty-one just yet."
"No?" He sounded surprised, but he didn't appear disinterested. Instead, he walked closer, lightly setting a hand on the top of the piano. "I didn't think they'd let underage people in here."
"They do if you're playing." My body was trembling again and this time my piano playing had nothing to do with my shakes. My hands pressed into the fabric of the bench cushion while my eyes trained on each button of the man's suit.
"I'm Taylor Trenton." Taylor started to extend his hand, but when I reached out mine, parting my lips to speak, he pressed his mouth to my fingers. My face felt flushed, my body desperately craving his, even though he was a stranger. When he dropped my hand, he stroked my hair before cupping my chin and forcing my gaze in his direction. "I haven't been honest with you..."
My mouth was dry, but I somehow gathered enough spit to form words. "About?"
"I watch you every night you play." Taylor stroked my jaw and my cheek, his eyes devilishly cold and trained. "I want to show you how well I can play."
"You play piano?" I'd asked stupidly.
He laughed, his tone as bold as his intentions, "No, Addison, I want to play with your body. I'm sure you'll make beautiful music."
And he was right.