The Positions of Love Book 7: Kneeling Butterfly Position (MM)


Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,628
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Book 7 in The Positions of Love

It's a rainy Saturday and Matt wants to spend it at the mall. And what Matt wants, he gets. There's only one little problem. He loves shopping; Vic does not. But Matt isn't going alone, so he drags his lover along for the ride. The last thing Vic wants to do is spend the day trying on new clothes.

Still, Matt knows how to entice his lover, and the incentive of sex in the dressing room sparks Vic's interest. The act itself unleashes a powerful new ability for Vic to harness when a tornado blows out the mall's ceiling.

The Positions of Love Book 7: Kneeling Butterfly Position (MM)
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The Positions of Love Book 7: Kneeling Butterfly Position (MM)


Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,628
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Fallen Angel Reviews: 4 out of 5.
"The love scenes between Vic and Matt are both erotic and humorous. The situations that they get themselves into make me almost fall out of my seat laughing."

Joyfully Reviewed:
"A little voyeurism, a little hot sex, and a little indoor storm make [this] another hot, sexy, and fun addition to the ... series."

Reader Review by Elisa Rolle.
"Another little scene in The Positions of Love series, with another position for Matt and Vic to prove and another power for Vic to discover. Like in the previous one, I like to read about their ordinary life, of their life as a couple. It's pretty interesting to see how the most uncommon things happen to a so common couple."

Two Lips Reviews: 4½ out of 5, with a "heat level" of 1½ out of 3.
"Once again Vic saves the day, proving once ... some superpowers aren’t that bad."

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Vic closed his eyes and savored the weight above him, pinning him down. If he didn't have to be at work, why not enjoy this tender moment with his lover? Outside, the steady drizzle of rain made everything else seem indistinct, everything but Matt's touch, his body above Vic's. Easing his arms around Vic's, Matt sought Vic's hands beneath the pillow. They lay together for long minutes, the robe Matt wore and the blanket covering Vic's body the only things separating their bodies. Their breathing slowed, and Vic found his mind drifting back to sleep, comforted by Matt's presence. He couldn't think of a better way to spend such a dreary, lazy day ...

Into Vic's ear, Matt whispered, "Hey, I've got an idea."

Vic groaned -- he knew what was coming. "No."

But Matt circled Vic's ear with his tongue, tracing the curved flesh, biting around the gold hoops in Vic's earlobe. "Let's go to the new mall," Matt said. His hips humped Vic's in his eagerness. "What do you say?"

"I thought I said no," Vic pointed out.

Matt ignored him. "Please?"

Vic turned his head to release his ear from between Matt's teeth. "Why do you always want to go shopping?"

"Why do you never want to go?" Matt countered. He shifted above Vic, moving to the other ear, which he nibbled on until Vic shook him off. "Come on. What else do you have to do?"

"What do you have to buy now?" Vic asked.

He felt Matt shrug above him. "I don't know," he admitted. "Stuff. I'm sure if we look around, we'll find something to get."

His arms tightened around Vic, and he snuggled against his lover as if that alone would be enough to convince him to change his mind. The sad thing was, Vic didn't need much convincing to give into Matt. As much as he would have liked to stay in bed, with each passing second he became more and more awake. "We can see a movie, maybe," Matt suggested, whispering into Vic's ear.

His breath was ticklish and hot along Vic's skin, and did delicious things to the rest of his body. Every part of him was beginning to rouse itself, from the skin on his nape to the cock and balls already throbbing between his legs.

"We can get something to eat for lunch," Matt continued. As he spoke, his words reverberated through Vic's chest, exciting him further. "And we can get you a new suit ..."

"I don't need a new suit," Vic told him. "We can eat lunch here. We stay at home and can watch a DVD."

Matt wriggled his hips against Vic's, grinding him against the bed with a sweet ache. "I hear they have this new store there? Called Wet Dreams. You have to be twenty-one and older to even go in."


"So?" Matt asked, incredulous. "So?"

Burying his face in his pillow to hide his smirk, Vic arched his back and felt Matt's interest pressed hard against the cleft of his buttocks. "So," Matt said, rubbing his erection into Vic's backside, "I want to check them out. And I'm not going into a sex shop by myself, mister. I'm bringing you along. And I'll do whatever it takes to get you to come with me, even if that means I have to blow you in the dressing room."

Vic froze at the heady thought of the two of them getting frisky in such a public place. Every synapse in his body seemed to fire at once, striking him numb, and he even came a little bit, just enough to dampen the bed sheet under him. "Actually ..."

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