Friday, 18 March 2016

Devin and the Dancer (MM) The Millionaire's Grandsons Book 2

Devin and the Dancer (MM) by Cara Adams
The Millionaire's Grandsons Book 2

Blurb: Devin Carmichael goes to the gay bar to clear his head after arguing with his grandfather about the old man refusing to accept advice. First his cousin Quade, then the head of IT, and now Devin himself have tried to make the old man understand the need for advanced cyber protection. But the owner of Carmichael Industries isn’t listening. When a lithe, attractive man asks Devin to dance he isn’t going to say no.
One glance at Mr. Dark, Dominant, and Delicious has Ty Glenn determined to meet him. He’s just the kind of man that makes Ty’s pulses flutter and his blood pump. The chemistry between them extends beyond just their hot and sexy dancing. Booking a room upstairs to get to know each other better in private is the obvious next step...

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He had a thick head of black hair, heavy black eyebrows over dark brown eyes, and looked as though he’d be deliciously dominant in bed. Mr. Dark, Dominant, and Delicious was just exactly what Ty needed to make the evening perfect.
Ty walked over to the bar, where the dark-haired man sat on a stool facing the dance floor, not the bar itself. Ty stood as close as he dared to his quarry, his knees almost touching the bigger man’s. “Hi, handsome. Wanna buy me a drink?”
“Do you dance?”
“I love dancing.” That was the absolute truth. In his early teens, Ty had even considered making dancing his career, but he wasn’t sufficiently talented. However, that hadn’t quashed his love for dancing and the pure, unsullied enjoyment it gave him.
“Good. I’ll buy you a drink after we’ve danced.”
Ty grinned. He loved a masterful man as long as he wasn’t an asshat. Masterful and Alpha men were fascinating creatures. An asshat was almost as bad as an asshole and was a bully, rather than masterful.
A dance would be more than long enough to check that this man was just what he wanted for the night.
Mr. Delicious left his drink on the bar and lightly took Ty’s hand, leading him to the edge of the dance floor. Instead of standing opposite him to dance, he pulled Ty firmly against his body until they were pressed together and Ty could feel the heat of the other man through both their shirts.
His dance partner slid a leg between Ty’s and began to dance. He was definitely in charge, but Ty was happy with that. His partner led clearly and definitely and so was easy to follow. They swirled around the dance floor, Mr. Delicious casually maneuvering them both around the other dancers. At the end of the first dance, he smiled at Ty and said, “You dance well.”
“It’s not hard. You’re quite clear about what you want.”
During the second dance, Mr. Delicious tried a few more ambitious moves, but Ty hadn’t wasted his years at dance class and twisted and turned in his partner’s arms, really enjoying the opportunity to stretch himself and show off his skills a little. He’d never been good enough to make a career out of dancing, and, so far, not even out of teaching others to dance, but he still was much better than average, and he loved to dance. This was very much his happy place. Dancing with someone who knew what he was doing.
When the set of music ended, Ty was surprised when people clapped them as they left the dance floor. He grinned at Mr. Delicious and said, “I guess that means you owe me a drink.”
“It does indeed. I’m Devin.”
“Hi, Devin. I’m Tyrell but prefer Ty.”
“Ty it is. What would you like to drink, Ty?”
“Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Aren’t you ready to celebrate our meeting each other?” Ty gazed steadily into Devin’s face, almost daring him to say goodbye instead of getting them both a drink.
Devin nodded abruptly and waved in the direction of several empty tables. “Grab us a seat, and I’ll be back in a minute.”
Once Devin’s back was turned, Ty heaved a sigh of relief and headed for a table beside the dance floor. He’d enjoyed their dance and intended they’d do that again before Devin took him to bed. And he was determined that would happen as well. Devin stirred all his juices, ticked all his boxes, and all the other clichés about picking a partner for a one-night stand. Damn, he’d almost consider foregoing another dance to get to the bedroom faster, but not quite.
Devin returned with an ice bucket, holding a bottle of champagne, and two champagne flutes. He poured them each a glass and then said, “To getting to know each other better.”
Ty grinned. “Hell yes. I’ll drink to that. Start by telling me a little bit about yourself.”

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