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Blurb:
Putting a leash on a
dominant sub is a task that may require two Doms to accomplish.
When relocation agent Eric Swann is assigned to ease young Connor
Prescott into moving back to London, he expects the boy to be more
enthusiastic—and less irritating.
Used to roaming freely among his mother’s D-list celebrity friends,
Connor is anything but happy when his father decides to put him on a leash—a
leash with a far too attractive handler on the other end. Secretly craving a
man who knows how to yank his chain and show him exactly where the limits are,
Connor does what he’s best at. He manipulates Eric into giving him what he
wants, making the man reveal a side of him that Eric himself isn’t ready to
accept.
Trained by one of the quirkiest Dom/sub-teams in the country, Dom
Tyler Kane knows exactly how to handle a toppy sub. He keeps Connor on his
toes, er, knees, in the bedroom, but when his capricious lover sets his heart
on pushing yet another limit, Tyler finds himself not only with a dominant sub
but also with a Dom who has yet to accept his true identity.
Word count: 59,000
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Eric
Eric ushered his guest inside,
then he indicated for him to sit in the visitor’s chair. “So what’s this
mysterious assignment you’ve been dying to tell me about?”
Tom grinned. “Ah, Eric, you
always cut right to the chase.”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Whatever happened to chitchat
and offering a visitor drinks and all that?”
Eric sat in the chair behind his
desk. He put his elbows on the polished wood in front of him, rested his
fingertips against one another and looked at the man he’d known since their
school days. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had your chitchat with Rebecca before she
announced you were here and knowing her, she’s going to walk through that door
with your mug of cinnamon-flavoured café latte right about...now.”
There was a soft knock on the
door then it opened and in came Rebecca, Eric’s assistant, carrying a tray with
two mugs and a plate of biscuits. She smiled, put the goodies on the table and
left after a quick glance at Eric to check whether he needed anything.
Eric flashed a smile. “See? We
know how to spoil our guests here at Swann Relocation.”
“I never doubted that, Tiger, and
that’s exactly the reason why I’m here.”
Eric let his doubtful frown show
over the rim of his coffee mug. “Uh-huh. Drop the smarmy act, Tommy. What do
you want me to do for you?”
Tom chuckled. “It’s not about
what you can do for me, it’s about what I can do for you.”
Faking a yawn, Eric swivelled his
chair to look out the window.
“Okay, okay. Listen. I was
approached with an assignment that I think you’d be thrilled to hear about.”
“Uh-huh.” Eric cocked an eyebrow
and took a sip of his coffee. “Tell me why that is.”
“Because it’s perfect for you.
You’re the man for this job. And when you’ve come to realise that, too, you’re
going to thank me.”
“Tom! Tell me what it’s about
now, will you? Or do I have to ask Rebecca to walk you out?”
Tom’s smile widened. “Well, it’s
quite simple.” He paused for effect. “You’ll get paid a ridiculous amount of
money to locate a new home for your client and help him find his way around
town for three months. That doesn’t sound like a bad job, does it?”
“No, that doesn’t sound bad at
all. But why don’t you do it yourself if it’s such a fantastic job?”
Tom shrugged and bit off a chunk
of his chocolate biscuit. “They need someone this side of the Atlantic”, he
explained, chewing.
Watching Tom, Eric tried to
figure out what the man wasn’t saying. He was a nice guy and a good friend, but
he was also a little weasel that had the uncanny ability to sniff a good business
opportunity before anybody else did.
“You know this side of the
Atlantic very well. You could easily do it. Besides, this client approached you, and you know how I feel about
passing them on from one agent to the next.”
Tom sighed. He licked his fingers
then washed down his biscuit with some café latte. “I know, I know, and I would
love to take on this assignment myself, but I don’t really want to spend three
months away from home.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s... Well, I’m seeing
someone. It’s still fresh, but at this stage, being away for so long would
probably be the end before it’s even started.”
Eric smiled. Tom wasn’t too lucky
in his choices of potential partners, but that didn’t keep him from trying to
find the future Mrs Ketten again and again. “Okay, fair enough, but something
tells me there’s still more to this than you’re letting on, so why don’t you
just spill the beans now?”
Tom rolled his eyes and gave an
exaggerated sigh. “You’re not easy to please, dear boy. I’m offering you a
well-paid assignment. Don’t you know better than to look a gift horse in the
mouth?”
Eric gave a shrug. “In fact, I
don’t. I’m not keen on paying the vet’s bill, you know, so I make sure to look
a nag not only in the mouth. I also check its feet and take it for a ride.”
“Fine. Thing is, our client wants
the relocation agent to keep an eye on his son, too. Make sure he doesn’t skip
classes, stays out of trouble and doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd—that
sort of thing.”
“What? He doesn’t want a
relocation agent, he wants a fucking babysitter! How old is this son we’re
talking about? Does he have to be taken to playgroup, too? I hope your client doesn’t expect you to change
the kid’s nappies or give him his milk.”
Tom smacked his hand on the desk
in front of him. “Oh, stop being a fusspot, Eric! Connor’s turned eighteen last
September.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Your mission, Eric, should you
choose to accept it, mainly consists of making sure the kid’s ass is in bed at
night. In the right bed, at a reasonable time.” His eyes glittered. “You might
be interested to hear that this is a distinctly cute ass we’re talking about.”
Eric sucked in a sharp breath.
“You know I don’t mix business and pleasure and apart from that, at eighteen,
he’s quite a bit too young for me, don’t you think?”
Tom shrugged. “You’re only eight
years his senior and I’m not saying you should put him into your bed. I’m just saying he’s hot.
Seriously hot. It won’t hurt you to get an eyeful of pretty boy while you’re
doing your job. And as for his age—he may be young, but he’s legal, so you
don’t need to worry about that.”
“I don’t need to worry about that
because I have no intention of getting involved with him.”
“Yeah, I know, Mr Proper. He has
probably no intention of getting involved with you either.”
Eric groaned and rolled his eyes.
“And what makes you think that?”
“From what I’ve heard, he’s
supposed to be straight. But hey, maybe you can bend him a little. Seems to me
you don’t need to worry about his virtue either. Apparently there isn’t much
left.” Tom waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Eric didn’t like the expression in Tom’s eyes. In his experience, that
particular gleam always meant trouble.
“There’s a rumour that he was
about to start a rather promising career in the film industry—and I’m not
talking Hollywood—but Daddy dearest got wind of it and now he has to return to
Olde England to go to university and finish his degree like the good little boy
he ought to be.”
“Somehow I get the feeling these
films had nothing to do with a bunch of girls crying over a romantic hero,”
Eric said.
Tom gave him a dirty grin. “Well,
let’s say it was the kind of film where a bunch of girls cry out for the hero and it wasn’t so much
romance as hard core porn.”
“Have you seen it?”
“Nope. It doesn’t appear to be
available on the market. At least not that I could’ve tracked it down. My guess
is Daddy dearest has either bought all the copies or he’s had them destroyed.
Or both.”
“So I’m supposed to babysit a
prodigal son who would much rather spend his time fucking around in front of a
camera than go to university.” Eric sneered. “I’m not dumb, Tom. This kid
spells trouble and you know it. That’s why you want to reassign him to me, not
because you’ve lost your heart to some blonde bimbo with big tits and three
brain cells. Why don’t you just tell your client to go find someone else if you
don’t want the job?”
Tom sighed. “The contract is
signed and sealed. Ricky, we’re talking about Corbin Prescott, the founder of
Prescott Acquisitions, here. The man is loaded, and his company has branches in
the UK and the US with employees moving from one continent to the other all the
time. If we play this right, there could be a lot more business coming our way.
This assignment may be a pain in the ass, but it’s worth grinding your teeth.
You have to look at the big picture.”
Eric laughed out loud. “I’m supposed to grind my teeth because you’re looking at the big picture? Come on, Tommy. You should know me better
than that.”
Defeat flashed in Tom’s eyes.
“Fine. What are your terms?”
“To take the boy off your hands
and play nice with Daddy Prescott?”
“Yeah.”
“How much money are we talking
about?”
“The usual fee for the
VIP-package plus fifty percent extra for dragging the kid around town and
making sure he stays on track until he’s settled in.”
“I want ninety percent of the fee
plus the full bonus,” Eric said.
“Jesus, Eric. That’s—”
“Only fair and you know it. Oh,
and for your ten percent, you’re going to take care of things your side of the
ocean.”
“Fifteen percent.”
Eric smiled. “Eight? That’s sweet
of you, but you know, I’m still not so sure I should accept it. Even with the
bonus, and even assuming the boy is going to behave, it’s going to eat up a lot
of my time.”
Tom rolled his eyes and raised
his hands. “When have you become so pragmatic, Eric? Think about the money.
Three months and you can take the rest of the year off if you want. And there’s
still the chance you get a personal bonus out of it.”
“I. Don’t. Fuck. My. Clients.
Besides, I prefer my men a bit more mature. An eighteen-year old twink just
doesn’t do it for me.”
“Seven percent for me and I’ll
take that as a yes, shall I?” Tom grinned and Eric heaved a sigh. The man knew
far too well how to push his buttons.
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