Billionaire's Boy Toy (Gay Domination Erotica)

By Lyla Luray

When billionaire CEO Hugh Wyatt throws a swanky housewarming party in his brand new penthouse, Adrian Dunn, a cub reporter with the Wall Street Journal, seizes the opportunity to get a scoop.

But when Hugh lures young Adrian away for a private interview, business mixes with pleasure as Hugh engages in a sensual seduction. Adrian isn't sure how far he'll go for a story, but he's about to find out!

This steamy hot 6400 word erotic short story features a young gay man being seduced and dominated by a billionaire alpha male, gay oral sex, gay anal sex, and secret urgent office sex!

Excerpt:

Adrian held very still as Hugh closed the distance between them again. He tried to remember, as Hugh's mouth crashed against his, if he'd ever been the object of a seduction before, something so calculated and purposeful, someone who knew exactly what he wanted and had the power and self-assurance to go after it. It made all of Adrian's previous erotic encounters seem fumbling and awkward in comparison.

This time Hugh used his hands, sliding one up the back of Adrian's neck into his hair, the other around his waist to the small of his back. For a split second the alcohol-induced haze delayed Adrian's reactions to these sensations. Then he opened his mouth and Hugh's tongue slid against his, the Champagne aftertaste like a remnant of fire, and Adrian was gone.

He backed Hugh against the steel-and-glass desk, kissing him hungrily, connecting with the hard surface and scrabbling for purchase so that Hugh was caught in the circle of his arms....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyla Luray
• Release date: May 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502218971

Lyla Luray

Lyla Luray loves sex, love, words about sex, and words about love. She primarily writes erotica and erotic romance, but often likes to mix it up. During cold winter months, Lyla snuggles up with her husband in their home on the US East Coast. Alternatively, she'll take a holiday at a tropical beach. She's not picky. Lyla also loves hearing from readers! Please say hello at lyla.luray[at]gmail.com or http://lylaluray.com

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Billionaire's Boy Toy

by Lyla Luray

Copyright 2013 by Lyla Luray

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All rights reserved. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Adrian, would you walk a little faster? How can you want to be an investigative reporter when your average speed is half a mile an hour? Melanie glared back at him, carefully coiffed hair practically hissing displeasure.

Sorry. Adrian quickened his pace. Why couldn't we have stayed in the cab?

Because another minute sitting in traffic might have resulted in grievous injury to you or the cab driver or both. Fashionably late does not mean 'miss the party entirely'.

I'm not trying to miss the party, he grumbled. Just trying to minimize the time we have to spend surrounded by the 1% and the avaricious socialites trying to land them.

Melanie took his arm and propelled him along the sidewalk. I thought you had a crush on Hugh Wyatt? Isn't that why you got all excited about your invitation?

Adrian knew he was blushing. "I don't have a crush on your ex-boyfriend. All I ever said was that he's handsome and can dress well. He changed conversational direction. Anyway, I don't see why you're in such a rush to get there. Won't it be awkward seeing him again?"

Melanie shrugged, her satin-wrapped shoulders washed smooth by the streetlights. We weren't even together that long. This party is just as much business for me as social. Hugh Wyatt is an important contact to keep. So I think I can manage to be an adult about it all. She winked at him. Of course, it doesn't hurt to show up with a cute date.

Adrian's blush grew even fiercer.

You know, if you happen to meet someone at the party yourself, Melanie continued, I reserve the right to make snide remarks about hypocrites and socialites. It's only fair.

I doubt I'll meet anyone worth talking to outside of an interview. Adrian grimaced. "The kind of people Hugh Wyatt would invite to a party probably aren't my