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 unfolded it curiously, and scanned the spaced-out, typewriter-esque font. It wasn’t long. Just a printout, with Rob’s name and…NHS number…


“Is this—oh my God,” Eli said, his stomach clenching tightly in hot, eager anticipation. “Your test results.”


Eli dropped the card and paper right in the snow and flung his arms around Rob’s neck, pulling his face in for a hot-yet-frozen kiss. Their lips smashed together and Rob’s were pushed right open for Eli’s tongue, the contact so fierce their teeth nearly met. Rob’s smile twisted the edges of it until Eli had to pull away and smack his arm.


“Arse,”he hissed. “Oh my fucking God, I get to feel you proper now? You’re not going to insist on condoms anymore, right? They’re fucking shit and—”


“Not anymore,” Rob agreed in that deep, raspy voice that just fucking did things to Eli’s gut, and—


Chapter 53