Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

“There,” Eli breathed, pushing Rob back into the pillows, straddling his waist with fluid ease. “Stay. I didn’t get to see a thing last night—you were too busy shoving me into alley walls and fucking me raw—”


Rob’s chest tensed and pushed against his arms; Eli gave a little shove to make his point, and carried on blithely.


“—and last night and all the lager, that was good for a seedy fuck, but this morning…God, I woke up and you looked like a fucking god, like something completely out of this world, so you—”


He shifted up on his hips and wrapped a hand around Rob’s cock beneath him. This was going to sting. Loose was loose, but Eli’s plan required something a little more involved. And Rob was going to kill him. Later.


“—are going to lie there and let a mere mortal worship you.”


Chapter 3