Tailor Made - R rated excerpt

Last week I had my first Amber Allure book out, an m/m romantic comedy novella called Tailor Made. Here's the blurb and a saucy excerpt. Enjoy!

Josephine Myles
josephinemyles.com

When Mr. Wrong measures up just right!

College tart Felix McAvoy is used to causing a stir with his conceptual art pranks, but for his final show he’s planning something even more outrageous. In a last ditch attempt to seduce his jaded tutor, Felix plans to wear the canvas in a subversive display. However, if he’s going to do this right he’ll need a tailor-made canvas suit. Fortunately, he knows just the tailor to turn to for the favour—and Felix isn’t shy about offering favours of a very different kind in return.

First year fashion student Andrew Wheeler knows Felix by reputation only–and plans to keep things that way. Andrew’s determined to save himself for the man of his dreams, and Felix couldn’t be more different from his ideal Mr Right. There’s only one use Andrew will contemplate for Felix’s body: a model for his end of year project. Trouble is, it’s going to involve a lot of close contact with a nearly naked Felix, and Andrew’s never had temptation quite so close at hand!

Excerpt:

“Your top male model has just entered the building,” Felix announced as he twirled on the spot. Unfortunately he misjudged the closeness of one of the tables and ended up bumping into it. “Whoops! Better get practicing those moves, hadn’t I? Will you be wanting any mincing, because it may not come naturally but I reckon I can have a good stab at it.” He demonstrated with a hand on his hip and a pronounced pout.

Andrew’s lips gave a twitch, just like they had yesterday. God, Felix wanted to make this man smile. He’d look amazing happy, for sure. Everyone did though, didn’t they? Well, except Saul, who had smouldering arrogance down to a T and rarely deigned to smile.

“Let’s leave the catwalk practice till nearer the time. You don’t need to do anything outrageous.”

“But outrageous is my middle name, Andy-baby.”

“Would you stop calling me that!”

Felix grinned. “Whatever you say, sugarplum.” He shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it on the table. “Now, where do you want me? And I must warn you, I didn’t manage to get hold of a vest.”

Andrew huffed, but then drew in a sharp breath as Felix stripped off his T-shirt.

Felix turned around slowly, giving Andrew time to get a good look at his torso. It was a pleasant view, even if he did say so himself. Felix might not be a bulked up gym bunny, but he had a set of weights and made sure he put in a good hour’s work out a couple of times a week, and walking up and down all the bloody hills in Bath took care of the rest of his fitness regime. God knew how anyone ever managed to get fat in a city like this. Starving, carless art students certainly couldn’t afford to.

When he turned back to face Andrew he was delighted to see the want written plain in his eyes. They glittered with it, dark and demanding. Felix started on his jeans, flipping the buttons slowly, teasing.

“Please tell me you’re at least wearing underpants,” Andrew said, his voice a cracked parody of its usual tone.

“Oh yeah. Well, kind of. I think you’d have to classify them as that.”

“Fuck.”

Felix grinned, hearing the expletive rip from Andrew’s throat as he wriggled out of his jeans and struck a pose in his jockstrap. “Exactly. I know they’re meant to be designed for sport, but I always thought they looked better suited to fucking, don’t you?”

Andrew had his eyes clamped shut and appeared to be reciting something under his breath.

Felix stepped closer and caught a “Hail Mary.”

“Ah, that explains a lot.”

Andrew’s eyes flew open. “What does?”

“The Catholic thing. All that guilt. My first boyfriend was a Catholic. Used to fuck like a demon then beat himself up about it the minute we’d finished. Proper conflicted, he was.” Liam was also the reason Felix had sworn off longer term relationships for the past three years. He needed an emotionally mature man—one who knew who he was.

“I’m not really a Catholic anymore.”

Felix raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lapsed. Severely lapsed. Haven’t been to confession since I was fifteen.”

“Oh yeah? What heinous sins did you get up to at that tender age?”

Andrew looked away and paced over to the door. He shoved a plastic chair under the handle and turned back to Felix. If his eyes had seemed compelling before, now they were like magnets, pulling on the iron in Felix’s blood and making it race faster around his body.

“None of your business,” Andrew said. “Now, let’s get this out of the way before anyone else wants to use the room, okay?”

“I really hope you’re talking about my mouth around your cock, Andy-baby.” Felix walked over, right up into Andrew’s personal space so he was trapped in the corner by the door. “I’m determined not to leave until I’ve had a taste.”

For a moment Andrew looked like he was about to pass out, but then the dazed expression cleared and something steely replaced it. Felix felt strong hands close around his biceps and he allowed himself to be steered until he was standing in the centre of the room.

“Okay, that’s good. It’s nice to have a bit of room to do my thing,” Felix said, sinking to his knees and reaching for Andrew’s fly.

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