Kerry has hated Rhys from the moment she set eyes on him. They’ve never had an encounter that didn’t end with them both enraged. Paired up at his brother’s wedding, their clashing personalities come to a head and a daring wager is made. Rhys agrees to submit to Kerry for a single evening if she will do the same. Considering the sexual flavors Rhys has enjoyed in his past, it’s one bet Rhys is sure he can’t lose. But Kerry has a few secrets of her own and her plans for him land Rhys in a place he never expected, the arms of sexy Italian solicitor, Asher D’Ettore.
Asher becomes an obsession Rhys can’t shake. His alpha ways and confident mannerisms render all of Rhys’ usual charm useless. With his hard-earned reputation in the media spotlight, Rhys is forced to make a choice between his public persona and true love.
Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes graphic sexual male on male encounters and fetish club references which could have you searching for one in your area.
“Are you hard for me?” Tilting his chin, Rhys cut his eyes at Asher as he made his admission. “I’m probably going to have a permanent limp.” Asher’s lips twisted into a sinister grin. “Good. I’m going to fuck you. You’re never going to forget it.” When was this goddamn fight going to end? As soon as the question ran through Rhys’ mind, Knox snagged the back of the dude’s neck. With a jerk, he pulled his head down while lifting his knee into the guy’s face. The double impact of downward momentum against upward thrust did the trick. With a twist, Knox tossed him to the mat. He didn’t move. “Knockout!” The judge’s announcement rang out loudly sending the throng into cheerful hysteria. “Peccato. It seems I’ve lost. I guess you’ll have to choose to go with me willingly.” Asher paused for half a breath before tacking on, “I have cookies.” A surprised bark of laughter escaped Rhys. “Damn. You don’t have to lure me to the dark side. I’m a hair’s breath away from exploding inside my jeans just from you breathing on the side of my neck.” “I think I’ll have to pass on meeting your brother tonight. As you know, I’m not opposed to a public display. If you’re not in the truck in the next five minutes these people are going to get a much different show than they paid to see.” He made it there in two. There were bruised toes and ribs along the way as he barreled his way to the door. Rhys was beyond caring. His dick was desperately beating against the zipper of his jeans begging to be closer to Asher. Yellow lights flashed as he hit the button on his keyless remote. Asher climbed into the passenger side while Rhys jumped in behind the wheel. He didn’t stop there. Rhys kept going until he was pinning Asher against the seat. Something sharp bit into his knee. He hit his elbow on Asher’s door. Nothing mattered except the taste of Asher’s lips…the sounds of his moans. The parking lot, while filled with cars, was empty of people since there were matches scheduled for several more hours. Rhys wouldn’t have cared even if they weren’t alone. His patience was at an end. The back of his head stung where Asher gripped his hair at the roots holding him in place. The rich smell of Asher’s cologne teased Rhys’ nostrils as he dragged air into his lungs. He was starving. His hunger for Asher was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced. It was unequaled. Without waiting for permission, Rhys tore at the button on Asher’s jeans. Damn his mouth made him hot as hell. Rhys wanted more. Traveling south, he nipped at the column of Asher’s throat while setting his erection free. His hips left the seat as Rhys encircled it. “Fu-” Rhys smiled as the strangled cry died in Asher’s throat. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded while snagging Asher’s shirt in his teeth and dragging it upward. His sculpted torso came into view. Rhys dipped his head, swiping his tongue over the ridges. Ragged breathing met his question. Rhys froze refusing to budge until he heard the words. “Say the words, Ash.”
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