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 were footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy, plodding footsteps, long legs taking the stairs two at a time in a slightly too-heavy tread.


Eli froze, every muscle from fingers to toes tightening. He tightened impossibly on Rob’s cock, too, the shiver in the arms bracing his thighs noticeable but silent. The footsteps were continuing up the stairs, like drums of doom, like—


Eli’s eyes widened, back flexing involuntarily when Rob, quite suddenly, rolled his hips. With Eli’s father right outside on the landing, he just rocked his hips and began to thrust as though he had never paused, that powerful cock sliding almost all the way out before being shoved back inside, raw as the first time and twice as incredible.


Chapter 21