Men Who Touch Each Other (Diana #6)

By Lotte Larsen

I went to Kerestel's for booty and ended up hauling illegal liquor down to the docks. Don't ask. Then I ran into my old pal Leo, the big Jamaican cop I kept dreaming about. Seriously embarrassing—until he told me he secretly worked as a dom and always had the hots for me. Party time at his hotel just got better when Kerr and Olaf showed up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Oct 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311799029

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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HotSwedishMen: Diana #6

MEN WHO TOUCH EACH OTHER

Lotte Larsen

Copyright © Lotte Larsen, 2015

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Table of Contents

One: Olga's Place

Two: Gym

Three: Rum Running

Four: Leo

Five: Leather

Six: Confessions

Seven: Blindfold

Eight: Window

Nine: Planning

Ten: Shower

One: Olga's Place

Ten at night. The jaunty opening theme for 'M' blared out of Olga's TV. Olga looked up at the excited studio audience and the glitzy set on the huge screen then scowled at me.

What is this crap, Deedee?

I stuffed the remote under my ass. British entertainment news.

Turn it to the sports channel. The mixed martial arts semi-finals are on.

This is better than watching men beat each other bloody.

Olga snorted and went back to her Sudoku puzzle.

The music gave way to the show's bratty boy announcer. Welcome to 'M' with Kelly Harbinger.

The crowd clapped as a gorgeous young black woman strode onto the set. Tonight Kelly wore gold platform sandals and a sleeveless turquoise jumpsuit no mortal being could pull off. Her huge afro, held back with a wide gold band, only added to her towering six foot stature. Personally, I loved heels on tall women and flats on short ones; like Mikko was fond of saying: more is more.

Kelly sat down on her trademark white leather sofa and smiled at the camera. South London accent. Hello, everyone. I'm so glad you're all here. We have so many guests tonight I don't know where to start . . .

Olga surprised me with a wolf whistle. If she has a brother, I would like to meet him. Oh, ya. Then she nudged me in the ribs with her foot; I winced. Or you could share your four guys.

Fine by me. I'll give you Peder's address. Make sure you smack him around a bit first.

Olga chuckled. What did he do to piss you off?

You don't want to know.

An academic hipster type had joined Kelly on the sofa opposite her. Sage green suit, cream shirt, metallic copper tie. The requisite black and white sneakers to prove he could wear a suit without being one. Short messy black hair, trendy sideburns and glasses. Heavy black frames, of course.

Shave him and make him do push-ups until he pukes, was Olga's verdict.

Olga was a Marine and Viking huge.—and maybe one of the reasons for the low enlistment rates in the Swedish navy. The new recruits must love you, Olga. Why don't you mess around with one of your Marine buddies? You can't all be in the same unit.

I don't mix work and play. Although if I did, there is this one guy . . .

Olga wasn't being snide about work and play. I hadn't told her about hiring Peder and Kerestel to help me track down William Collins, the man who'd been stalking Vivian Jones for several months. We'd solved the case but what I'd learned about Peder still pissed me off. I caught Vivian's name in the hipster's droning dialogue; this was the interview I'd tuned in to see. I put my hand up. Sorry, Olga. I need to hear this.

She must have paid him off, the hipster was saying. "And that sets