Hot Gear Novels & Stories

Kit's thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of his phone in his coat pocket. "Chevvy? Yeah, okay. I'll see you there." Kit quickly pack his things and left to meet his best friend. He sounded sad and stressed. Possibly because of his boyfriend, who only remembers him if he needs something. After fixing himself, he left their company. ---------- Kit went straight to the SoYoung Luxury Lounge to meet his best friend, Chevvy. SoYoung is one of their favorite places when they just want to relax and unwind after a long day. As soon as he got inside the lounge, Kit quickly looked for Chevvy. When he found his best friend, Chevvy already looked drunk. Kit shook his head and made his way to his

He couldn't even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what's referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

Still ‘arriving in 4 minutes. Of course. It had been ‘4 minutes’ for the past 8 minutes. Liars. That was when I noticed him. Mr. Annoyingly Hot. Christian freaking Gallo. Looking hotter than ever in an expensive navy-blue suit. He strutted out of his house toward his driveway like a man in a luxury car commercial. Standing in front of a sleek black Grand Wagoneer Series III, was another good-looking man in a black suit—probably his assistant. Then my eyes caught two little girls, practically bouncing with energy. They had their backpacks on, clearly ready for school.

I am seated on a chair. A beam of light, thin as a blade, sweeps across the space before settling on me. It glides over my skin like a poisoned caress. The heat almost burns me, tracing a path from my collarbone down to the curve of my breasts, exposed by the black latex corset Kael ordered me to wear. The fabric, already clinging to my skin with sweat and arousal, seems to tighten further under this invisible gaze. Murmurs rise around me, whispers slithering between the bodies crammed into the shadows.

Her head slightly downturned as she tugged on her left earlobe praying the day ends without violence of any kind. The splash of hot coffee on Amy's chest caused her to impulsively take few steps back. He scowled. “Why do you always act like such an idiot? Why is this too hot?” his eyes bulged in anger. "I am sorry. I didn't mean..." "Shut up!" He sneered as his jaw clenched visibily. "You never do anything right. You get the most expensive things from me yet you are worse than use*less!" Amy's eyes instantly became moist. That moment, she wished the earth would open it's doors to bury her beneath it.

Elion said. "How?" "Layers," Elion said. "Insulation. If you wear enough wool... it traps whatever heat you have." "I don't have enough heat to trap." "Then we add heat. Hand warmers. Hot water bottles. We tape them to your chest. Under your shirt." Cale looked at him. "You want to strap heaters to me?" "It's better than being dissected by the government." "It's risky. If a warmer fails... I go cold." "Then we change them every hour. I'll be your pit crew."

“You keep tempting me. Maybe you deserve to be punished.” Before I could answer, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. My heart was beating wildly as he moved closer, and when he slowly pushed himself inside me, I gasped softly. I grasped his strong arms tightly. “Lucien… when did you get hot?” I whispered breathlessly. He smirked at my words. Without warning, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them gently above my head as he began moving inside me. His thrusts were fast but controlled, sending waves of heat through my body.

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

"Do you think it's hot in here?" Jenn smiled, glanced at us, and looked at Mom. "Yeah, hot, and I think it's gonna get a lot hotter." Mom tugged Jenn's shirt out of her shorts, "The time for secrets is over. We're all ready for this." Jenn extended her arms up as Mom shoved her shirt off, saying, "I know I am, Mom."