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

Eli ignored the breach of the silence rule.


Eli pushed his hips flush against Rob’s and rocked, rolling them up in light thrusts. He slid his left hand high to press the palm lightly against Rob’s throat and pin the man to Eli’s movements. Squeezing that painfully hard erection in his right hand, Eli jerked Rob with rough, firm strokes designed for raw pleasure, not teasing.


Rob came so hard his breathing stuttered and momentarily stopped entirely. Tears were running down his face, and Eli held him tightly through the shakes until his cock softened and the sound of grinding teeth faded.


“Ssh, savage,” he whispered, stroking every inch of skin he could reach. “Ssh, you’re alright, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, and I won’t let go, always got you…”


Chapter 42