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Synopsis:
Liam Hightower has a lot of money and seven different houseboys he can play sexy games with at his leisure. But when he hires eighteen-year-old Evan fresh out of high school, Liam discovers what his life was missing. The smart forbidden fruit called Evan is not like the other boys. When Liam's sexual appetite crosses a line, Evan flips the rules on his boss, teaching him a hard lesson on what it means to obey the houseboy rules.
***Each novella in The Brazen Boys series is a standalone M/M romance. They can be read in any order.***
***Contains: M/M sexuality and adult language.
THE BRAZEN BOYS:
Dorm Game
On The Edge
Owned By The Freshman
Dog Tags
All Yours Tonight
Straight Up
Houseboy Rules
Liam Hightower has a lot of money and seven different houseboys he can play sexy games with at his leisure. But when he hires eighteen-year-old Evan fresh out of high school, Liam discovers what his life was missing. The smart forbidden fruit called Evan is not like the other boys. When Liam's sexual appetite crosses a line, Evan flips the rules on his boss, teaching him a hard lesson on what it means to obey the houseboy rules.
***Each novella in The Brazen Boys series is a standalone M/M romance. They can be read in any order.***
***Contains: M/M sexuality and adult language.
THE BRAZEN BOYS:
Dorm Game
On The Edge
Owned By The Freshman
Dog Tags
All Yours Tonight
Straight Up
Houseboy Rules
Excerpt
When I grin, he knows he’s got me. Preston stands back, then slowly starts to tease his shirt off his body. I watch with thrill, with mounting impatience, with a satisfied smirk as he slowly unveils his creamy, smooth body. He turns it into a dance, hopping to some imaginary beat. One side of the shirt slips off, then the other, and he slowly, slowly, slowly wiggles it down his arms, moving to our imaginary striptease song. I even start to move my shoulders, a grin spreading across my face as I hungrily watch.
Preston’s an expert at serving a meal.
He pops the button on his jeans, holding his pose there for a bit while I appreciate the fitness model-caliber upper torso he so casually sports. His arms are flexed in his jean-button-gripping pose where I see veins that trace down his biceps and forearms, even down his hands. His roguishly-curved eyebrows play with me, his bright eyes watching me watch him. He knows I want it. He’s so good at this. I grip his jeans and pull them down with a force that threatens to tear them. He gasps.
“Going there, are we?” he says. “I didn’t know you—”
I reply, “I get what I want.”
“Keep getting it then,” he begs me.
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