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

“Don’t,” Eli warned, jerking the chain sharply and forcing Rob to break eye contact. “You will attend. You will behave yourself. You will not antagonise Dad, and you will not make a fool out of me. If you do, I will beat you.”


Rob opened his mouth, then appeared to think better of it, and lowered his face. He kissed Eli’s knee through his jeans instead.


“No question. I won’t disappoint you.”


“Then you’ll come?” It was a false question. They both knew what would happen if Rob refused. And apparently Rob wasn’t in the mood to play rough, for—


The stilted reply made the pulse in Eli’s crotch a little too powerful. He popped the button on his jeans with a snap.


“Good,” he praised softly, petting Rob’s hair again. “You fighting with my dad makes me angry, Rob. You know it does. You’re hurting me, you’re acting out against me, when you do it.”


Chapter 13