“I’ve slept with a few clients. I might sleep with him if I like him, but he won’t keep me enthralled for long. None ever do.”
No one has thoroughly captivated Scott Ketchum who works as an escort for Brief Knights hoping to snare a man who will accept him as he is and care for him in ways he’s only dreamed. Not as tough as he looks, he’ll pamper his clients, but Scott finds nothing fascinating about being on top. Ever. Problem—he’s bossy as hell and won’t take crap.
“For the right price, my escort will put out. It’s my money and I get what I pay for.”
Reed Chandler got where he is through grit and cunning. Moving to Los Angeles to oversee an acquisition purchased on a whim, he finds himself surrounded by a gaggle of blond, muscled beach bums looking for an easy way up. Realizing stringent requirements for a partner will never be met, he books a professional escort for a month, someone who will play the part demanded of him and put out if the price is right. It’s Reed’s company, his money, and Scott will be his for a month.
A young escort who plays games, an older man who vows never again to lose what he wants to own.
A standalone MM/May-December Romance, with an HEA, and no cliffhanger.
Includes angry sex, lingerie fetish, and strong sexual language with cursing!
Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 46-65
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Bad Breakup, Big Character / Little Character, Everyone is Queer, InstaLove / Love at First Sight, May/December, Smartass Twinks
Word Count: 27000
Setting: USA, California, Los Angeles, Brentwood
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
He shaved slices of cheese from the block and returned it to the fridge. Didn’t see Reed as a shopper so he assumed Dan was responsible for the impeccable Wyke cheddar. There was an enigma. The two men definitely had an encounter though, Scott’s ability to read people told him both were dominate in the bedroom. Speared a piece of cheese and placed it on the apple. “Must have been one hell of a night.”
“What night would that be?” Shocked, Scott wheeled around still holding the knife. Reed caught him by the arm. “I’m guessing you’re accomplished at using this for more than slicing cheese as you seem to always have one at hand. Do you intend to cut me?”
“Damn it, you scared the shit out of me.”
Removing the implement from Scott’s hand, he grasped his neck and pulled him close enough to murmur, “I’d hate to see blood all over your lacey white negligee.” Sniffing he added, “You smell fucking fabulous.”READ MORE
“How’d you know?”
“The cologne, Fucking Fabulous.”
“Christ. Are you shitting me? Who names a cologne…? Never mind.”
Scott studied Reed. He could play the game of acting as if their earlier argument hadn’t transpired. “You really like me in lingerie?”
“That’s all you have to say?”
Evidently, they were going to discuss it. “I flew off the handle. It happens. I’m over it and it’s wonderful to have my own room.” No mention of his natural fear of anyone Scott may have shunned getting his address. Would Reed care how he felt?
“You’re out of my bed. Back to lingerie. You happy wearing it?”
“I adore it. The way silk and lace clings to my body and doesn’t restrict movement. It’s soft and much prettier than men’s wear. I’m not a cross dresser or trans and I have never desired being a woman. I am a proud gay man who likes to feel sexy in luxurious, feminine underwear.” Scott noticed Reed’s eyes darken. “I’ve never been the gay man you walk by and can’t tell. I know who I am and I love being me. I wear panties, camisoles, or corsets every day. Sometimes, thigh high nylons depending on my outfit. I don’t hide it. There’s a bit of twink in me, I flame a little and I enjoy having that fire banked by a man not afraid of who I am.” He popped a piece of cheese in his mouth. “Anything else?”
“People should always satisfy themselves. Screw anybody who doesn’t understand.” He drew Scott forward and kissed him softly. “It’s a fucking bonus for me because I like you in it, could bust a nut watching that ass-swaying walk you have. A definite plus if I get to touch you while you’re covered in eye catching lingerie, slide my body against it…you. Undress you, strip it off piece by delightfully decadent piece.” He ripped the front of Scott’s gown.
“I’ll buy you a hundred of them.” He finished tearing the material away. “I apologize about earlier. My only excuse is the minute I saw you on that sidewalk I wanted to fuck you. I craved having you beneath me, my cock sinking slowly in your sweet, round ass. My lips all over your smooth, hairless body.” Palms glided down Scott’s arms. “I want to suck your cock until this penis jewelry you wear scrapes the back of my throat.” Fingers brushed the tip of Scott’s growing erection. “For you this is a job and I get that.” Reed bent and kissed him hard. His tongue probed and lashed Scott’s mouth as one hand found its way to the side of his ass that didn’t hurt. He remembered! He massaged and caressed the right globe uncovered by Scott’s skimpy bikinis. Reed’s kiss, damn satisfying, left Scott adrift when he ended it. Passion raged in gray eyes and he whispered, “Sleep in my bed again, I will fuck you.”
Chin lifted defiantly. “Guess I’ll stay away from your bed.”
He pivoted and strode to the doorway. Stopping, Reed stared over his shoulder. “I will do whatever it takes to get you back in my bed and keep you there for the rest of the month.” Footsteps receded.
To remain on his feet, Scott gripped the counter. He stared at apple and cheese on the plate forgetting for a moment how it got there.
Reed Chandler had just fucked him with words.
He touched his cock. Ramrod stiff, it left wetness in Scott’s palm. He mumbled, “Magnificent.”COLLAPSE