Champagne Charade

By Leighton Greene

It was supposed to be fun - but things are getting too real, too fast.

After I got dumped, I never got around to telling my best friend. Why relive the pain?

But his New Year’s Eve wedding is coming up soon, and I also never got around to removing my ex from the guest list.

Cue my current hookup and Dom-on-demand, Damon Kirk, joking that he could stand in as my ex. A fake name, a fake relationship...

It’s a terrible idea. Of course I’m not going to do it.

But when I run into my best friend unexpectedly, I can’t bring myself to interrupt his dream wedding, and the little white lie just...

Slips out.

It’s only for the wedding. Only for New Year’s Eve. One little charade...

I know Damon isn’t interested in anything real. I know all those kisses and hugs are just for show. But I still can’t help falling under his spell.

I have to remember: after the wedding - and the year - is over, so is our fake relationship.

The clock is ticking down...

But what if our charade isn’t just an act?

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Champagne Charade is a 31,000-word novella wrapping up the kinky Friends of Friends series with humor, heart, and a whole lot of heat. Say goodbye to the old year and hello to the new with this fake relationship romance, including hookups pining for more, a winter wedding for old friends, and a fresh start for everyone at the stroke of midnight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leighton Greene
• Release date: Dec 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005596187

Leighton Greene

Leighton Greene hails from Australia, where she lives with her partner, an academic, and her trusty cockatiel. She's been sharing her stories with the world since 2019, but she's been writing for much longer.When she's not busy crafting her next novel, Leighton can be found devouring tacos, scaring herself silly with horror movies, and exploring ancient worlds in the Assassin's Creed franchise. She's also known for having more book ideas than she knows what to do with.From steamy, passionate and dangerous, to funny and heartwarming, Leighton's books offer unique, immersive storylines that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Get ready for complex characters, intense emotions, and plenty of heat!Find her online:www.leightongreene.comNewsletter: www.leightongreene.com/newsletterFacebook: www.facebook.com/leightongreeneauthorGroup: https://www.facebook.com/groups/LeightonGreeneReadersSign up to Leighton's mailing list (www.leightongreene.com/newsletter) for updates on her works and series, and the occasional freebie and sneak peek.

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CHAPTER 1

damon

T hat’s it, take it all in…that’s my good little cocksucker. There really was nothing like watching Tyler Blakely on his knees with his throat full of my dick, those blue irises even more blue than usual since his eyes were red and streaming with the force of my face-fucking.

Times like these I wondered what the hell Blakely’s ex-Dom had been smoking, giving up a guy like this.

His loss, my absolute gain.

I pulled out and a river of saliva ran down his chin as Tyler coughed and gasped. I reached down to touch his face, a tender trail of my fingers across those soaked, red lips, and then I grabbed a handful of his auburn hair. Open up, princess.

His mouth opened obediently, and I watched my cock slide back in to that warm, inviting hole. I’d been fucking him like this for the last half hour, if the clock on the wall over there hadn’t actually stopped. And Tyler hadn’t tapped out yet.

Not that I expected him to; of all the subs I’d played with, our kinks lined up best. In fact, ever since our first hookup, I’d reserved all my limited spare time for him, blowing off the matches I got on Punishr, which was where I first met him. I’d been spoiled for choice ever since I signed up on the app, but then Tyler Blakely walked into my life—or slid into my DMs, anyway—and since our first play date, I just couldn’t get him out of my head.

The thing was, Ty didn’t live in the city. He was out in the sticks somewhere in Connecticut, taking care of an estate that was deserted most of the year. That hadn’t been much of a problem until recently, when Ty and the head groundskeeper out there were preparing the estate for a wedding. For the last month, his visits to the city had been rare and rushed.

I was struggling with my own schedule. I was lowest of the low on the totem pole at work, which meant I took the shifts I was given and smiled about it. But I’d done whatever I could do in my limited power to accommodate Blakely, because the guy had an oral fixation the likes of which I’d never seen, and my dick had become so accustomed to his body that jerking off alone was unsatisfying. Answering any other call for a hookup, even though I still got them regularly, would have been like drive-through Mickey D’s when what you really want is a fine dining experience.

Speaking of which—

Up on the bed, Blakely, I said, giving the chain between his nipple clamps a tug hard enough to make him wince. I wanna eat that ass before I use it.

I was tongue-deep in him almost before he was in position, one of my hands pulling his cheek to the side so I could really get in there, the other hand slapping around on the nightstand for the condom I knew I’d put there. I took my time, got him nice and wet, relaxed and whimpering. Every squeeze of him on my exploring tongue got me hotter as I imagined that grip on my dick.

Eventually I suited up, but I was so turned on I dumped half a ton of lube on him when I squished the tube too hard. I caught most of it in my other hand before it slopped down onto the bed, and used it to jerk him off while I started pushing into him. His hole opened up for me without resistance, so I knew I’d done my job well.

That’s right, take it all, I panted out, sliding home with a groan of satisfaction. I paused just to let the relief pour over me; it had been two weeks since I’d been inside Tyler Blakely, and that was definitely two weeks too long. Tell me what you need, I sighed out.

Fuck me, he begged. I need your load in me.

The idea of breeding him sped my hips up, even though the only place that load was going was into the rubber. But Tyler knew just what kind of dirty talk got me crazy for him, and I was more than happy to fall into the fantasy that I was going to fill him up, paint my claim all over his insides.

I pumped him deep, both hands on his hips, but just before I shot I reached under to tug on that chain again, made him yelp and buck as I tortured his sensitive nipples. His ass clamped down and I let the orgasm flow through me, tipping my head back as I gave a shout that died into a laugh, and then before the aftershocks died away, with my cock still in him, I gave him a reach-around.

Come on, Blakely. Give it up for me. Show me how much you love getting that ass reamed. I used the short, quick strokes that I knew he liked best at that point, and a few seconds later he was filling up my hand with his hot, heavy cream. Mm, that’s good, I slurred out, bringing my hand up to watch his jizz drip down my palm. Yeah, that was good.

I was pretty out of it. Only Tyler ever got me off that good, like my brains had drained out my dick along with my cum. I massaged his ass with my sticky hand, working his spunk into the globes. My dick was still rock-hard, but it was time to pull out.

He’d suggested going raw before, and the idea drove me crazy, but I was a cautious man. I didn’t know what he was doing when he wasn’t with me.

Drove me crazy thinking about that sometimes.

But I was just his New York hookup. He’d made that clear from the start. I was a way to get his ex out of his head, and a way to relax on his days off. These days, I might even have called us friends with benefits—but if I wished sometimes it might develop into something more, the state line between us would always prevent that. I'd sworn off long-distance.

Never again.

At first I’d loved how low-maintenance Tyler was. I’d had high-maintenance before, and I hadn’t enjoyed it. But the more time Blakely and I spent together, the more I liked him. I liked the way he was always careful to get back on time, and how much responsibility he took around the estate in his job. The head groundskeeper, Stan, was getting on in years, and Tyler always tried to take on the more physical labor himself.

I liked his sense of humor, and his taste in music.

All that and an ass like that? The guy was like my dream sub—and more.

He took a shower, and I watched him from the bed, playing with myself again as I watched that hard, toned body of his all wet and slick. The physical work he did out at the Connecticut estate kept him pretty jacked, and I liked that about him, too. Watching all that male strength give in to my demands, submit to my will—I gave another shiver of pleasure and my dick made a valiant attempt to rally, but I was distracted by the buzz of a text message coming through on my phone.

Even a glance at the message made me clench my teeth so hard they were in danger of cracking.

Miles fucking Vanderhoven.

Gorgeous model, sulky sub, and my very ex-boyfriend. Over a year back, he’d moved to LA for his career, and soon after, accidentally sent me a video of him on his knees sucking dick. Turned out he’d gotten together with some rich old man in Los Angeles.

If it had hurt a little less, I might have congratulated him. Rich old daddy was definitely a step up from broke-ass student. I’d killed things off with Miles—by text, since that seemed the path of least resistance—but every so often when he came back in town for a photo shoot, he tried to hook up with me again. Guy couldn’t seem to take a no, and even when I blocked him, he still got in with a new number, always acting like nothing at all had happened.

I couldn’t pick up my phone because my hands were still all covered in sex, but I could read the text before the screen went dark again. Even though it was another new number, I knew it was Miles. Entitled and oblivious, demanding to know when we could catch up for a play session.

I was so disgusted that I didn’t even notice Tyler coming out of the bathroom. Am I really so terrible to look at? he asked with a grin.

What? No. I schooled my face, shaking off the thought of Miles. Just my fuckboy ex trying to hook up with me again.

Oh. The way Tyler said it was almost-casual as he rubbed off his damp chest with the towel. You want me to clear out so you can—

"Hell, no." I wasn’t missing out on my second-favorite activity with Tyler Blakely, Amazing Sub: cuddling and aftercare. In fact, some days I thought it might even be my first-favorite activity to do with him. So I quickly disabused him of any crazy notions. "He’s