Description
By day, Eli Knight works for Kent Evans’ computer graphics firm. By night, however, he serves an entirely different role: that of Evans’ submissive. The love and respect between them is deep, but Kent knows Eli holds a candle for Mitchell Phelps, Eli’s best friend. Now it’s up to the both of them to find out if their love is strong enough to handle a major addition.
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EXCERPT:
“Come on, man. What could you possibly do that’s more interesting than going to a BDSM club?”
Eli Knight rolled his eyes and kept typing, ignoring his friend Mitchell in the doorway of his office. “What in God’s name would I want in a place like that?” Never mind that he’d kill to see Mitch dressed in leather…
“Duh! Hot guys? On their knees and worshipping you?”
“No thanks, man.” Eli heard Mitchell grumble and glanced up to see their boss, Kent Evans, standing right behind Mitch. “Good morning, Mr. Evans.”
Evans looked between Eli and Mitch, one dark eyebrow lifting. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Last I checked, Mr. Phelps, reports don’t write themselves,” he said to Mitch.
Mitch had the good sense to look sheepish. “Yes, sir,” he muttered before slinking off.
Evans turned back to Eli and stepped into Eli’s office, the lock clicking into place. “Thought I might have a word with you, Knight.”
Eli bit back the urge to slide to the floor. “Yes, Sir.” He bowed his head and watched as Evans’ black loafers appeared in front of him. He inhaled deeply, a soft moan slipping free when he breathed in his boss’ scent. Musky arousal mingled with spicy aftershave, touched with a light woodsy cologne.
“The door is locked.”
Eli’s heart jumped at the snap of fingers and then he was on his knees, nuzzling Kent’s crotch. “Please,” he murmured, mouthing hardness through the fabric of Kent’s slacks.
“No. We’re going out tonight.”
“Out?” Eli stopped. “Where?”
“SSC.”
Eli swallowed. “But… th-that’s where Mitch is going…”
“And?” Long fingers tipped Eli’s head up until he met a cool green gaze. “Are you ashamed to kneel at my feet?”
“No! I mean, no, Sir. Never. I just… What do you think he’ll say if he sees us together? And… what happens if he finds out how I feel about him?”
Kent smirked. “I couldn’t care less what he thinks about us. I own the company and I sign his paycheck.”
“Good point.”
“As for how you feel about him…” Kent’s thumb stroked Eli’s bottom lip. “If it was meant to be, it’ll happen.”
“I do l-“
“Shh. I know, boy.” Kent pulled Eli to his feet and drew him in for a deep kiss. “Seven. Come prepared. I have something… special in store.”
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