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Forced to apply for a job he doesn’t want, Cosmo Rawlins has only one aim in mind: fail the interview and get back to making music. Except his attempt to shock the older, sharp-suited Alasdair Grant doesn’t have the desired effect.
Instead of getting thrown out of the office by flaunting an interest in BDSM, Cosmo finds himself on his knees, apologizing to the sexy, good-looking Top.
Alasdair has more important things on his mind than training a novice sub, especially a rebellious bad boy like Cosmo. But there’s something beneath the younger man’s defiant attitude that’s too intriguing to ignore.
As Alasdair takes Cosmo in hand—and for a wild ride on his Harley—he becomes obsessed with bending the young rocker to his will, both in and out of bed. Until he goes one demand too far, and Cosmo is gone in a cloud of dust. Forcing Alasdair to admit that earning Cosmo’s loyalty—and love—will involve the toughest challenge he’s ever faced.
Product Warnings
This title contains an overbearing Top with a less-than-glamorous job, a rebellious brat who refuses to call him sir, and a total lack of high-end BDSM clubs or playrooms. Expect floggings over the kitchen table instead.
249 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 12, 2013
“Cosmo? Do you want me to tie you up later?”
“Is that a promise?”
“Which would you like it to be?”
“Uh, I’m not sure. Would it be uncomfortable?”
“A little. You remember we discussed shibari?”
“Some kind of raw-fish thing, wasn’t it?”
Infuriating boy.
Alasdair tasted like one of those premium lagers you get in fancy, expensive bottles, and other guys were like the insipid, watery stuff that comes in a multi-pack deal.
“And I’ve got you a present to say sorry for being an arrogant shit”
“What, yesterday? Or in general?”
“Brat.”
“I’ll go get the kettle on” Sylvia was saying. “I’ve got Mr. Kipling’s Fondant Fancies”
Join us for BDSM week….
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‘What a grip. Cosmo had all kind kinds of naughty thoughts about where else he'd like to feel a hand like that and wondered wheter getting a boner in the interview would be something this Mr. Grant would (...)’
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...set in a tea drinking place.
“You’ve behaved badly. You’re a very naughty boy.”
Arousal strummed Cosmo’s nerves, resounding through him with the echoes of those words. Oh. He hadn’t known he’d like being called that. His mind was still rebelling, saying he was an adult now, thank you very much, but his dick went BOING! when Alasdair called him boy in that stern tone.
“What have you been?” Alasdair demanded, getting to his feet.
Cosmo stared up at the wall of man muscle towering above him all pissed-off looking. Fuck, that was sexy.
It wasn’t just that the bloke was Cosmo’s every fantasy come true, but Alasdair felt safe. Big enough to look out for him and tell him what he needed to do. And right now Alasdair was asking him to do something really very simple to make him happy. What did he have to lose?
And I don’t know about you, but sometimes the person who makes you feel confused is the hardest person of all to share your feelings with.”
Cosmo considered that for a long moment. “Like you and me.”
Alasdair gave a wry smile. “Exactly.”
“Just sit back, relax. Tell me what you’re hoping to get out of this.”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it does.” Alasdair sounded wounded.
“Thought this was all about what you wanted.”
“It’s about finding a way for us both to meet our needs. My pleasure is mainly in giving you what you want. In driving you out of your mind with sensation.”