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

“It’s too cold to strip outside the bed,” he said haughtily, and firmly turned his back. Rob’s low laugh followed him back to the bedroom, where the rumpled bed and the sunlight waited. Eli stripped almost casually before climbing back onto the ruined sheets, dropping his head onto the squashed remains of the pillows, and beckoning with both hands. “C’mon,” he implored. “Warm me up.”


Rob’s smile was almost real, a flash of teeth amongst thick stubble. Then his heavy weight and miles of rough, hot skin were pressing Eli down into the loose sheets, hands a soft counterpoint to the teeth that sank into Eli’s neck and bit down, hard enough to mark and certainly intended to.


“Mm, morning,” Eli whispered, closing his eyes and splaying his fingers out over Rob’s back contentedly.


Chapter 68