His Perfect Partner, page 1
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His Perfect Partner
ISBN #978-0-85715-246-6
©Copyright Trina Lane 2010
Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright August 2010
Edited by Michele Paulin
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Perfect Love
HIS PERFECT PARTNER
Trina Lane
Dedication
To the original Ethan. Thanks for the laughs, the inspiration and the indulgence. Go MO Hos!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Tahoe: GM Motors
Patriots: National Football League
New York Jets: National Football League
Camry: Toyota Motors
Cheez-its: Kellogg Company
Zingers: Hostess Brands, Inc.
Changes: Performed by Tesla
Tesla: The Tesla Partnership Brian Wheat, Troy Luccketta, Frank Hannon, Jeff Keith
Sirius Radio: Sirius XM Radio, Inc.
Hair Nation: Sirus XM Radio, Inc. Station
Aquanet: Southwest Speciality Products
Mötley Crüe: Motley Crue, Inc.
Poison: Bret Michaels, Ricky Rocket, Bobby Dall, C.C. Deville
Jon Bon Jovi: John Bongiovi Individual United States
Rolling Stone: Rolling Stone Inc. Werner Media
Die Hard: 20th Century Fox
X-Men: Marvel Comics
Spider Man: Marvel Comics
Tempur-Pedic: Tempur-Pedic Management, Inc.
Dance Dance Revolution: Konami
Hot Wheels: Mattel, Inc.
Xbox 360 HD: Microsoft Corporation
Rock Band: Harmonix Music Systems, Inc.
Judas Priest: Judas Priest Composed Of Glenn Tipton Music Ltd., Rob Halfford Music Ltd., Kenneth Downing Ltd., And Ian Hill Music Ltd.
AC/DC: Leidseplein Press B.V.
GNR: Guns N' Roses composed of W. Axl Rose, Michael McKagan and Saul Hudson, all U.S. citizens, Partnership
Journey: NM Productions, Inc.
Blondie: Blondie Deborah Harry, Christopher Stein, Clem Burke and James Destri, all U.S. citizens, Partnership
One Way or Another: Performed by Blondie
Harry Potter: Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.
Voldemort: J.K. Rolling
Cheerios: General Mills IP Holdings I, LLC
Scooby Doo: Hanna-Barbera Production, Inc
Tom and Jerry: Turner Entertainment Co
iPhone: Apple, Inc.
Duct Tape: Duck Brand
Bones: Fox Broadcasting Company
CSI: CBS Broadcasting Inc.
NCIS: CBS Broadcasting Inc.
Chapter One
Ethan stood as his next appointment was shown though the door. His breath locked in his chest and his heart stuttered as the most stunning specimen of the male species entered his office. All those silly clichés he’d ever heard about meeting the partner of your dreams were true. Time froze, giving him ample opportunity to rake his eyes over the wet-dream-inspiring vision before him.
Dark hair swept back from the high forehead of a lean face. Chiselled cheekbones and a straight nose led down to a pair of perfectly kissable lips. A strong neck disappeared into the collar of the white dress shirt. Broad shoulders filled the jacket which was expertly tailored to the strong frame. Lean hips topped long legs. Ethan’s eyes slowly travelled back up the perfect body and locked on a pair of piercing light coloured eyes. They were a before unseen combination of blue and grey. And they were focused right on him.
He mentally slapped his face and told himself to get back in the game. Hoping the beginnings of the hard-on that thickened in his slacks wasn’t too obvious with his suit coat on, he held out his hand.
“Ethan Harrison. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Special Agent Ryan Ashton.”
A large hand engulfed his, and he swore sparks shot out where their skin connected. The strength evident in the grip was tempered by the slightly callused fingertip brushing across his wrist. Large veins descended from long fingers and roped across the back of the wide expanse. Heat infused Ethan’s palm, and a slight shiver rippled though his body.
He realised he still held Ryan’s hand as he stared into those mesmerising eyes, and he dropped his hold. Taking several steps back, he sat behind his desk to hide the evidence of his arousal. He gestured to the seat on the other side.
“Please sit. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink?”
Ryan set down his briefcase and sat in the indicated seat. He leant back and crossed one ankle over his knee. “No thank you.”
“Special Agent Ashton, I understand you’re here to hand over case information regarding the investigation of Luke Yeung and Amerisystems.”
“Please call me Ryan.” He picked up his briefcase. After removing a file, he placed it on the desk and leant forward to slide it across. “You should have everything we’ve compiled up to this point in here.”
Ethan picked the thick folder and set it to his left. He would review the materials later, but right now, he wanted to continue his conversation with the man before him. “Why don’t you brief me on the basics while you’re here?”
Ryan’s relaxed posture in the chair contradicted the burn of his gaze as their eyes locked. “Our division has spent the last year compiling evidence of economic espionage against Mr. Yeung. We have documented proof of him selling the designs for Amerisystems’ prototype for a new environmental monitoring device. There has been suspicion of previous leaks, but until now, everything has been circumstantial.”
Ethan stood and walked around his large mahogany desk to the chair next to Ryan. He wanted to be closer to the alluring man. He sat and mimicked the other man’s posture. “What exactly does this device do?”
Ryan angled his body to better face Ethan. Their feet nearly touched. “It’s designed to collect data on temperature, light and soil moisture for crop lands and transfer it wirelessly to a remote computer using a short message service. This would allow farmers to analyse the conditions of their fields and make adjustments for a better yield with the current crop. In the long term, it would allow them to review the data from previous years to anticipate the condition of their fields for a new planting season.”
Ethan was so caught up in watching those sensuous lips move that he nearly missed his cue in the conversation, “Impressive, who’s he selling it to and why?”
Ryan shifted in his chair and licked his lips.
“He’s selling it to a Chinese company which is covertly funded by the government. This company is known for reverse engineering products from across the globe to manufacture and sell at discounted prices. This is the first time we have evidence of them being directly supplied the design schematics. If Mr. Yeung’s actions were to come to fruition then the revenue from the release of a revolutionary device designed for and by Americans will be significantly decreased by the sale of the imitation.”
“Well, in this economy, we certainly can’t afford for that to happen. Have you been the lead investigator?”
That little movement a moment ago had forced Ryan’s jacket to separate, and Ethan caught the briefest glimpse of a thickening bulge in his lap. He was ecstatic that he wasn’t the only one feeling the attraction between them.
“Yes, I have a team working with me, but I’m the point man on this one.”
“Excellent. Then if I have questions or need further information, you’re the one I want to speak with. Will you leave me your contact information?”
Ryan reached into his jacket pocket and removed a business card. He flipped it over, scribbled on the back then handed it to Ethan. “Here’s my card. It has my office information as well as my email address.”
Their hands brushed as the card was handed off. Ethan felt that jolt once again and let their fingers linger for a moment before sitting back in his seat. He flipped the card over and saw a series of digits. He looked over and raised one eyebrow. “And this number?”
“My personal cell phone. Just in case you need to reach me after business hours.”
He smiled. He would love to connect with Ryan after business hours. Speak to, kiss, touch, fuck, be fucked…he wasn’t picky.
He glanced at his desk clock and noticed his next appointment was due in a few minutes. The half hour with Ryan had flown by. He stood and indicated for Ryan to precede him, making sure to get a peek of Ryan’s ass as he walked by. Silently, he cursed that it was covered by the suit coat.
Ethan halted the man’s progress by placing his hand on his broad shoulder and turned him around so they faced each other a foot from his office door. His hand slid down Ryan’s arm a few inches, and his fingers gave a little squeeze on the hard muscle.
“It was very nice to meet you, Ryan. I’ll be sure to contact you if I have any questions.”
Ryan smiled and stepped closer to Ethan so their bodies were separated by the smallest of space. He tilted forward so his lips were right next to the furl of Ethan’s ear. “You do that.”
Ethan closed his eyes and inhaled the woodsy scent of Ryan’s aftershave. The combination of Ryan’s strong body nearly pressing against him and the low voice rumbling in his ear caused his cock to harden even further. He clenched his hands to prevent himself from grabbing onto the lapels of Ryan’s suit coat and closing the distance between them completely. When he opened his eyes Ryan had moved back and those unique blue-grey eyes held the promise of good things to come.
* * * *
Ryan walked out of the Moakley court complex, into the crisp November air and took his first solid breath in a half hour.
On the way here he’d been dreading the appointment. He’d heard the lawyer handling the case was a real ball buster. He’d never worked with the man before, but some of his colleagues had, and they said the lawyer was a nice enough guy to work with but meticulous about nailing down every little aspect of whatever case he’d been assigned. By the time, Ryan left the office his balls definitely felt in jeopardy of busting, but only because he ached to bury himself deep inside the other man.
Ethan. The echo of his name resounded in his head.
Ryan climbed into his black Tahoe then headed onto Seaport Boulevard going towards State Street and the FBI field office near the government centre.
As he made his way through the always congested Boston traffic, his mind wandered back to man he’d just left. Ethan’s lean frame was only a couple of inches shorter than his own six foot five height. That would be a real bonus when he kissed the man. Those golden, hazel eyes had hypnotised him when Ethan had spoken. Ryan bet that was a real advantage in the courtroom. He wanted sink his fingers into the thick light brown hair on the back of Ethan’s head and wrap his arms around Ethan’s trim waist.
The attraction between them was undeniable. He’d seen the erection pushing against Ethan’s trousers despite the man’s attempt at discretion. The column had twitched as if reaching out to Ryan when he’d closed the distance between their bodies before leaving the office.
As he pulled into the garage at the office, he smiled. Wrapping up this case would be enjoyable for multiple reasons. Not only would he see Yeung brought to justice, but now, he got to look forward to working with Ethan. Working very closely if he got his way, which he usually did.
Chapter Two
He was going to be late, but there was no help for it.
It was Sunday, and Ethan had only intended to spin by the office for a few minutes to pick up some notes, but the first assistant attorney had called him into his office to find out how the initial interview with the FBI on the Yeung case had gone. Why the man couldn’t have done it two days ago when Ethan had had the appointment, instead of today of all days, he didn’t know. But that was Murphy’s Law for you.
Now, Ethan was in a race for time. He had to shower, change, and make it to Mission Hill in an hour. It was a good thing his loft was in the South End, not too terribly far from Rick, Conor and Calleigh’s, but try as he might he was going to be late.
Two days ago when Rick had called and asked for his advice on a legal matter, he hadn’t anticipated seeing his old friends so soon. However, yesterday, Conor had called and said they had an extra ticket to the Patriots versus the Jets game, and did Ethan want to come in appreciation for his help? He’d jumped at the chance. He was always open to any excuse to see a good game and spend time with friends.
He pushed repeatedly on the button for the elevator in his building. Subconsciously, he knew that didn’t make it move any faster, but it made him feel better. When it finally arrived, he jumped in and hit the button for the fourth floor.
It took only a few moments before he was at the door of his apartment. He unlocked the door and pushed his way inside. His bedroom was immediately off the entrance hallway. He stripped on the way, dropping his clothes in a trail leading to the en suite bathroom. He reached into the glass-walled shower to turn on the spray.
As the water heated, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went in search of a pair of jeans and shirt to wear to the game. He triumphantly cheered when he found his favourite pair clean. Opening his closet doors, he found a green, long-sleeved crew top. He knew the colour made his eyes pop and he wasn’t averse to attracting the attention of any handsome guys. Granted a professional football game wasn’t the best cruising spot, but it never hurt to appear your best when single and looking.
He padded back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot water beating on his skin made him sigh. He knew he didn’t have time to dally, but he’d already resigned himself to being late. If a man wasn’t getting any sex, he might as well enjoy his shower time. He lifted the bottle of gel and rubbed across his chest, giving his nipples a little twist. The spike in sensation caused his cock to jump from where it rested between his legs. He squirted more gel in the palm of his hand and reached down to grasp the hardening flesh. Leaning back against the large tiles of the enclosure, he closed his eyes to further savour the arousal building inside him.
Ryan’s tall athletic physique was the first image that came into focus behind Ethan’s eyelids. His hand encircled his now fully engorged cock and stroked up and down. He gave a little twist over the head at the top of each movement. His other hand manipulated his nipples, tweaking the tight nubs. The slight pinch morphed into pleasure as he sped up his hand.
He pictured Ryan’s blue-grey eyes watching him as he jacked-off. The light orbs burning with desire, Ryan’s lips open as he panted. Ethan had never been one for exhibitionism but whatever worked. He stripped Ryan in his mind, the stylish black suit instantly evaporated. Ethan was greeted with a defined chest and ripped abdominals. Arms delineated with muscle. The chiselled calves and thighs of his long legs rose to lean hips with a perfectly cut ‘v’ guiding one’s gaze to a long thick cock. He imagined taking it deep in his throat. Swallowing around the head and tasting the spurts of pre-cum on his tongue. His hand would cup and roll the heavy balls as Ryan held his head and fucked his mouth in driving thrusts.
Ethan felt his orgasm racing down his spine and pooling low in his balls. His mind reached out for Ryan once more, asking him for help.
Imaginary Ryan walked up to him as he had in the office, his body now wet from the shower they shared. The drops of water made rivulets down the sculpted planes of his body. Ryan placed his hands on the wall beside Ethan’s head, and this time, their bodies touched. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, cock to cock. Ethan wrapped his arms around the larger man and heard his deep voice in his ear. “Come.”
Ethan yelled Ryan’s name. Ropes of cum shot up onto his stomach and chest, only to be washed away by the spray from the shower. He milked his cock until the last aftershock trembled through his body. After he caught his breath, he quickly finished washing and dried off.
Rushing through the last of his preparations, he dressed and attempted to tame his thick hair with some mousse and the blow dryer. Snatching his keys from where he’d dropped them on the table by the door, he left to meet the guys. Maybe he should call them and see if they could meet at the stadium instead of their house?
* * * *
They were in line at the concession stand during halftime when Ethan felt someone come up behind him and stand extremely close. Talk about invading my personal space. He was getting ready to turn around and confront the guy, when a pair of large hands settled on his hips and a dark voice rumbled in his ear.
