Beckett and Doug work together, travel together, live together ... and play very enthusiastically together. They're easily and cheerfully distracted by their desires, wherever they happen to be, whatever they’re officially meant to be doing.<br><br>The work week starts normally for the newly promoted Beckett, but that's soon disturbed by his lover's sexual provocation. As each day of the week passes, Doug's behavior, and the slogans on his daily T-shirt, get increasingly outrageous.<br><br>With the recipe of Doug’s unruly libido, Beckett’s masochistic tendency to surrender to it, and their shared fascination for sex in risky places -- it’s inevitable their career prospects are soon completely out of control. But measured up against the love they have for each other, the question is ... are they really bothered by that?

What Not to Wear

“That’s a no, then,” Doug said, a little weakly.


Beckett leaned down, trapping Doug’s body further, and he nipped at Doug’s jaw line. His lover writhed underneath him. Beckett ran his tongue over Doug’s throat, drawing out a gargled moan. He pushed up the hem of the T-shirt and dropped his head to lick along Doug’s belly.


“Board meeting scheduled in ten minutes,” Doug gasped.


A jolt of mixed excitement and fear shot through Beckett. “And?”


Doug gave a shaky laugh. “I can’t believe you said that.” He was panting, his hands outstretched on the surface of the table, his fingers clawing at loose papers. His feet hung rather clumsily over the edge of the table, and his toes skimmed just above the floor. “But I tell you, if you stop now, I swear your arse is mine for weeks.”


Chapter 8