Serving Mr. Right now out!

Ten years ago, Finn walked away from Tone and the BDSM lifestyle. It was a bad break-up, and while Tone hasn’t been able to find anyone else, he likes to tell himself he hasn’t given Finn a second thought.

Now the chef/owner of Decadence, one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, Finn is a changed man. When he discovers Tone is a guest at his establishment, he can’t help but moon a bit over the one he pushed away. He knows he at least owes Tone an apology, and arranges a meeting.

Tone instantly realizes he’s not really over Finn, but can he believe that the man has changed? Or would a reconciliation simply lead to even more heartache?

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There's an excerpt there as well, but I've also put a naughty one
Tony smiled down at him and his belly tightened. “Come on into my parlor.”

“Are you the spider or the fly?”

“Oh, baby, you know I’m the spider.”

Baby. Oh, God. That was still so hot. So good. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Tony led him in. “We’re skipping the tour. You can see the place tomorrow.”

“Works for me.” He could explore on his own.

They went upstairs and into a large bedroom that boasted a king-sized bed. It was leather and navy, masculine and solid.

Tony didn’t give him a whole lot of time to look, the man kissing him just like that. He stepped into the curve of Tony’s body, moaning at the firm pressure. Tony was as solid as he remembered, maybe more so, and the man could kiss like no one he’d ever known.

One strong, square hand cupped the back of his head, tilting him back. Tony’s other hand drifted down his back to cup his ass. His hips rocked back, pushed into that touch.

“Eager man.”

“It’s been a while, Tony. Years.”

“It wasn’t a complaint, baby.”

“Oh.” Finn chuckled. He was more nervous than he’d thought he’d be.

Tony kissed him again, then stepped back far enough to start undressing him. He wasn’t as thin as he’d been back then, wasn’t waifish anymore. He’d grown up, filled out. Hopefully, Tony liked it.

Tony got his shirt off and the big hands lingered on his skin. “Mmm. Looking good, Finn.”

Oh. Oh, thank God.

Tony’s fingers brushed across his nipples. The rings were gone, but the memory of the games they’d played made him moan.

“Someone’s looking awfully bare.”

“Hmm? The rings? I had a boyfriend who thought they were tacky.”

“What a small-minded jackass.”

Finn cackled, clapped his hands. “Yes! Yes, I think that might have been the last thing I ever called him.”

Grinning, Toby flicked both his nipples together, thumbs firm, the nails managing to just catch them.

“Fuck.” His teeth snapped together, his hips rocked forward. Oh, Tony remembered.

“Some things never change,” Tony murmured.

“Can’t help it. It’s still hot.”

“You’re still hot. You make me need, make me want to do things to you to make you scream.”

The words made Finn’s entire body ache. Oh, fuck. That was one hell of a promise.

Tony’s lips pressed against his, storming his mouth, and he opened, wanting everything Tony was willing to give.

His jeans were opened, pushed down his hips, Tony’s hands rough, eager. His cock was aching, full, the ring at the tip wet. Growling, Tony got him naked, then touched his jewelry.

“He didn’t think this one was tacky?” Tony asked.

“He hated it. I took it out while we dated. You know how it gets me off.”

“He really was a jackass, baby. You deserve someone better than that.”

“He was and I totally did. We didn’t last long.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway. Because he’s not here tonight and I am.” Tony wrapped his lips around Finn’s throat, sucking up a mark.

He let his head fall back, gave Tony access. Tony’s teeth scraped across the spot, sending lightning through his body.

“Fuck, yes.” Finn went up on his tiptoes, rubbing all along Tony’s body.

“Get me naked so I can fuck you, baby.”