| Author: | S M Partlowe | ISBN: | 9781310167423 |
| Publisher: | S M Partlowe | Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | S M Partlowe |
| ISBN: | 9781310167423 |
| Publisher: | S M Partlowe |
| Publication: | August 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ultracompetitive big shot lawyer John Leeson is preparing for the case of his life. In one swoop he can impress his powerful older client and show up his arrogant but talented rival in the DA's office. But the pressure is reawakening old insecurities and he borrows what he thinks are a friend's anti-anxiety pills only to discover they release him from a lot more anxieties and inhibitions than he ever bargained for.
When the pills backfire and the sharp young professional finds himself suddenly helplessly distracted by thoughts he's always managed to repress, he'll have to try to make it through the trial without giving in to increasingly powerful temptations. But his act is far from perfect, and it isn't long before he's starting to get an entirely different kind of attention from the competitive alpha males he originally thought to awe with his legal savvy, and getting as much as he can take.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, adrenaline and testosterone-charged alpha males, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
"John," he said, sounding a little surprised, "I almost thought you wouldn't show your that cute little face of yours." His glittering amber eyes ran over me. "Maybe you think if you came in looking like this you'd distract me. But don't worry, I can enjoy the view and run circles around your defense all at the same time."
I flushed in spite of myself but recovered quickly. "I know you're a creep, Lewis. You don't have to go out of your way to prove it each time we see each other."
He grinned. "Oh, but you really have no idea," he said low enough that he was sure we wouldn't be overheard. "That's all I want, John: a chance to show you just how depraved I can be. One night, me, you, and a pair of handcuffs." He gestured at my chest. "Bring those juicy things, too, if you don't mind. I don't know where you usually hide them."
"A pair of handcuffs?" I asked, doing my best to sound amused instead of intrigued. "I suppose you know you're not man enough to handle me unless you can tie me down."
He laughed. "You misunderstand. The handcuffs aren't for anything sexual. They're to keep you from chasing after me when I leave."
Unable to come up with a good response, I gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed past him to join the defense table.
As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was a little hard. Lewis Dremel had gotten me hard, and maybe he had known he was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at his lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across the aisle. It doesn't matter, I told myself. One strange little twinge won't stop you from beating him. Nothing about his dark, handsome face or his suave confidence or the way the image of him standing hungrily over me powerless in handcuffs kept popping into my head – none of that would distract me, I told myself.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
Ultracompetitive big shot lawyer John Leeson is preparing for the case of his life. In one swoop he can impress his powerful older client and show up his arrogant but talented rival in the DA's office. But the pressure is reawakening old insecurities and he borrows what he thinks are a friend's anti-anxiety pills only to discover they release him from a lot more anxieties and inhibitions than he ever bargained for.
When the pills backfire and the sharp young professional finds himself suddenly helplessly distracted by thoughts he's always managed to repress, he'll have to try to make it through the trial without giving in to increasingly powerful temptations. But his act is far from perfect, and it isn't long before he's starting to get an entirely different kind of attention from the competitive alpha males he originally thought to awe with his legal savvy, and getting as much as he can take.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, adrenaline and testosterone-charged alpha males, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
"John," he said, sounding a little surprised, "I almost thought you wouldn't show your that cute little face of yours." His glittering amber eyes ran over me. "Maybe you think if you came in looking like this you'd distract me. But don't worry, I can enjoy the view and run circles around your defense all at the same time."
I flushed in spite of myself but recovered quickly. "I know you're a creep, Lewis. You don't have to go out of your way to prove it each time we see each other."
He grinned. "Oh, but you really have no idea," he said low enough that he was sure we wouldn't be overheard. "That's all I want, John: a chance to show you just how depraved I can be. One night, me, you, and a pair of handcuffs." He gestured at my chest. "Bring those juicy things, too, if you don't mind. I don't know where you usually hide them."
"A pair of handcuffs?" I asked, doing my best to sound amused instead of intrigued. "I suppose you know you're not man enough to handle me unless you can tie me down."
He laughed. "You misunderstand. The handcuffs aren't for anything sexual. They're to keep you from chasing after me when I leave."
Unable to come up with a good response, I gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed past him to join the defense table.
As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was a little hard. Lewis Dremel had gotten me hard, and maybe he had known he was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at his lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across the aisle. It doesn't matter, I told myself. One strange little twinge won't stop you from beating him. Nothing about his dark, handsome face or his suave confidence or the way the image of him standing hungrily over me powerless in handcuffs kept popping into my head – none of that would distract me, I told myself.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.
