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MY GUARDIAN
ANGELO
Special
Operations 3
Going undercover to find the commander of
his marine unit was supposed to be the easy part. When his cover is blown,
Lieutenant Bill
Harrison doesn't know whether to hold on for the dangerous ride or jump.
With a drug lord determined to take them out, Bill has to rely on his skills and
the sexy guardian angel sent to save him to stay alive.
DEA Agent Angelo Martinez
is pissed when he's pulled off his current assignment to go rescue some marine
in trouble. Rescuing Bill turns out to be tougher than any undercover mission
Angelo ever went on. Besides the fact that Bill is gorgeous, the man makes Angel
reconsider his lonely lifestyle. And that makes Bill just as dangerous as the
drug lord hunting them.
When rescue comes for both
of them, Angelo knows he has to find the strength to give up the only man that
ever made him think about giving up his undercover work. And Bill has to find
the strength to let Angelo go, hoping that his guardian angel will find his way
home.
Coming
February 26th from Siren Publishing
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STORY
EXCERPT
"Hi, gorgeous, sorry I'm
late. My car had a flat."
Lieutenant William Patrick Harrison almost
forgot where he was as he stared at the sexy man that suddenly straddled his lap
and leaned in brush their lips together. If it wasn't for the snicker he heard
from one of the men sitting across the table from him, he would have dumped the
cute little guy right on his ass and demanded to know what in the hell was going
on.
He had never seen him
before in his life.
"No problem," Bill replied
instead, fully aware of the fact that his life would come to a very quick end if
the men he sat with ever learned who he really was or why he was really there.
They were not the forgiving sort. They'd gut him just to watch him bleed out on
the floor.
The stunning man in his lap
grinned widely, showing off a brilliant set of straight, white teeth, and then
leaned in to plant a another kiss on Bill's lips. Bill was stunned. He didn't
even kiss the man back because he was trying to figure out who in the he was.
The cute little guy with
short, brownish-black hair moved his lips up Bill's jaw, nibbling along the way
before licking at his earlobe. "Angelo Martinez. DEA," the man murmured in a
sub-vocal tone, his warm breath tickling Bill's ear. "Your cover is blown. I'm
here to get you out."
Bill stiffened, tightening
his hands on the man's hips. He tried to think of some way to converse with the
man without being caught anymore than he already was. Unfortunately, he could
only think of one thing that would get him a few minutes alone with
him.
"It's been a few days since
I've seen my angel." Bill winked knowingly at the men at the table. Hoping that
they would think he was going off to the bathroom to get laid or at least
fabulous sucked off. It was the only excuse he could think of to get away from
these men without actually getting up and hauling ass. "We'll be right
back."
He didn't even take the
time to let Angelo down on his feet. Bill merely lifted the man up in his arms
and started walking him through the club to the bathroom in the back. He knew
Angelo was going along with his plan when he felt the man's legs wrap around his
waist and a loud, delighted giggle filled the air as they walked
away.
The second he reached the
bathroom and the door closed behind them, Bill lowered the Angelo onto his feet
then looked into each of the stalls to ensure that they were alone. Once he was
sure, Bill crossed his arms over his chest and turned to look at the Drug
Enforcement Administration agent sent to rescue him.
If he could have hand
chosen a man to gain his attention, the gorgeous little guy standing in front of
him would have been at the top of his list. Angelo Martinez was stunning, from
the top of his wavy brownish-black hair to the bottom of his little
feet.
His body was a little more
on the thin side than Bill would have liked but it seemed to be all slick
muscles and darkly tanned skin. There was an exotic tilt to Angelo's dark brown
eyes that hinted to ancestry other than Central American—maybe
Egyptian?
"I'm
listening."
Angelo stepped up and ran a
hand down Bill's chest then subtly nodded his head toward the corner of the room
near the ceiling. "Oh, baby, don't be like that. I got here as soon as I
could."
Bill's eyes narrowed. He
glanced to the corner of the ceiling where Angelo had gestured and saw a small
black circle in the white plaster. Bill knew what it was without even getting a
closer look.
Damn.
They were being monitored.
Bill didn't know if it was just video or if there was audio as well, but he was
taking no chances. He plastered a smile on his face and curved his hand around
the side of Angelo's face.
"You know I don't like it
when you're late and don't call me," Bill commented, choosing his words
carefully. "It's a big bad world out there, Angel. I worry about
you."
Angelo's lips came out in a
pretty damn good imitation of a pout. "I know, baby." The agent started plucking
at the collar of Bill's shirt. "But I can make it up to
you."
Bill felt his eyes widen
when Angelo pushed him back toward one of the stalls but that was nothing
compared to how big they got when the man dropped to his knees and reached for
the buttons on Bill's jeans.
Was he
insane?
ADULT
EXCERPT
Was he
insane?
Bill dipped his head down
and purposely glared at the man, silently asking what he had just thought. When
Angelo just grinned and shoved his hands aside, Bill knew he was right in his
assessment. He didn't know this man. There was no way he was letting Angelo
anywhere near his dick, DEA agent or not.
Angelo rolled his eyes and
continued trying to get Bill's pants undone. Bill tried to fight him, keeping
his hands tucked carefully around his cock. He didn't care how hard this little
wrestling match was making him.
Bill froze when he heard
the bathroom door open. It gave Angelo the chance to get his pants open and pull
out his dick. Bill stiffened and glanced down, opening his mouth to snap at
Angelo when two things happened at once.
A head appeared over the
top of the bathroom stall and Angelo engulfed Bill's straining erection down to
the root. All Bill could do was groan as his cock was suddenly surrounded by
soft, smooth wetness. Then Angelo swallowed around him, causing Bill to groan
even louder.
The man hanging over the
bathroom stall chuckled. "He looks like he has lips that could suck the chrome
off a trailer hitch, Billy."
Bill recognized the
voyeuristic male as one of the assholes from his table. That wasn't good. It
meant he couldn't get out of having his dick sucked until the man left, and with
the way that Angelo was moving his mouth, Bill didn't think he would last that
long.
Angelo's mouth was like
magic. The wet slurping sounds of Angelo's lips sliding up and down his
erection, sucking hard, made Bill's cock hard as steel. He pumped his hips
toward Angelo's swollen lips, unable to help himself.
From the little glint of
anger he could see in Angelo's eyes, Bill was going to get punched in the face
the second they were alone. The little man was a fucking wet dream come true as
far as sucking cock.
It just might be worth the
abuse.
Angelo was lapping at
Bill's cock as though it was an especially tasty treat. He swirled his tongue
around the entire shaft before pressing the tip into the slit of the flared
head. Bill groaned and pushed his cock to the back of Angelo's throat, waiting
for the man's reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating
and pushing into his hot mouth again.
Who the hell knew a random
blow job by an undercover agent could set his damn blood to racing? Bill had to
curb the urge to grab Angelo's head and fuck the man's mouth to completion.
He was pretty sure the
agent would do more than punch him if Bill tried.
Angelo knelt in front of
Bill, gripping his hips like an anchor. His eyes were lit up, going from angry
to sensuous one second to the next. They smoldered with lust, which surprised
the shit out of Bill considering the situation.
Still, the sight of
Angelo's desire as he sucked Bill's cock—as much as the sensations he was
feeling—was enough to push Bill over the edge. Arching his back, Bill gritted
his teeth as waves of ecstasy throbbed through him. He gripped a handful of
Angelo's hair and came, filling the guy's mouth with his
release.
"Fuck, man," Lou said from
over the stall. "Can I give him a try? I'd like to fuck his sweet little
ass."
Before his cock could even
finish pulsing, Bill reached over and grabbed Lou around the throat, tightening
his fingers until the man's face began to turn red. "Angel is mine," he bellowed
with outrage. "If anyone touches him, they will have to deal with me. Is that
understood?"
Lou's head bobbed as he
tried to loosen Bill's hand. Bill snarled at the man and pushed him away,
turning his gaze back down to the man that knelt at his feet. He hoped Lou got
the idea and left. He had some serious apologizing to
do.
Bill stroked his finger
over Angelo's lips. The man had been handsome before but knowing that Angelo's
lips were swollen because he had just sucked him off made Angelo downright
stunning in Bill's eyes.
"That was nice, baby." Bill
felt the corner of his mouth curve up when Angelo glared at him. He just might
like this DEA agent after all. He had spirit. "Thank
you."
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