[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M]
When Seattle playboy elitist Bobby Duke swoops in and buys a failing department store to break it apart, Dark Horse Agent Evan "Flood" Stewart is brought in to stop him. Evan convinces Bobby to hire him as a personal assistant to get close. Instead he finds himself falling in love with his target. Bobby Duke fell for those blue eyes the minute he saw them. He has to find a way to spend time with Evan without the paparazzi discovering his secret—that his playboy image is all an act to hide his true sexuality. One touch is all it takes for them both to realize there’s more between them than a job. When a lingering look is caught on camera, Bobby’s secret is out and the event starts a chain reaction that tears Bobby and Evan apart. Will they both walk away from the best thing they’ve ever had?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jayden Knight is a Siren-exclusive author.
Leaning on the counter, his hand supporting his head, Evan Stewart pulled his attention up from his paper and damn near swallowed his tongue. He flicked his gaze from the tabloid up to the incredible statue before him and down again. Realizing who it was, Evan jerked upright and straightened his tie.
Sweet Jesus, have mercy.
He looked even more delectable in person.
The man had dark hair long enough to brush his broad shoulders, but he wore it back from his face and it accented his fierce, rakish features. High cheekbones gave his brown eyes a wicked gleam that had Evan’s heart beating faster as a hunger grew inside him. The sleeves of his button-up white shirt were rolled up to reveal golden arms and a beautiful gold Rolex. He had the buttons of his shirt undone enough to show off a modest display of coarse chest hair that Evan wanted to run his fingers through. His pants fit snug on his muscled legs and cupped the bulge between them perfectly.
The photos definitely did not do this man justice.
Damn it. He gritted his teeth and cursed himself for noticing him this much, if at all. A tingle started at the base of his neck, and he reached up to rub at it. He couldn’t afford to let his arousal threaten his restraint. It was hard enough controlling his call when his system wasn’t humming with heated hunger. The last time he lost control and called his element, he flooded the basement at the Farm.
It had taken him most of his twenty-eight years to learn to control his calls, and he’d be damned if he slipped up now. He had the occasional mistake, but only when something caused him to lose control—or someone.
Someone like Bobby Duke.
“Yes?” Evan cleared his throat when the word came out an octave higher than his normal speaking voice. “Can I help you?”
Bobby’s eyes gleamed in a wicked look that had Evan both intrigued and aroused.
“I’m taking names.”
Evan frowned and glanced at the iPad in Bobby’s hands. “Names? For what?”
Bobby grinned and Evan forgot why he asked the question in the first place. That smile could melt the polar ice caps. It definitely had Evan feeling the heat.
“And kicking asses.”
Evan had a suggestion of what Bobby could do with his ass. He cleared his throat when the burn of his arousal slammed into his cheeks. Evan dropped his gaze down to the tabloid, realized that it was turned to Bobby’s story, and quickly jerked it closed. When he glanced back up, he noticed Bobby studying him.
When Bobby licked his lips, Evan nearly came right there. He pulled his control in as best he could and cleared his throat once again. Coming to his senses, Evan glanced at his watch and noticed the store didn’t open for another ten minutes.
“How did you get in here?”
He held up a shiny new key. Of course Bobby Duke would have a key to Kelley’s, just like he had a key to every elite attraction in Seattle. He probably fucked the CEO’s niece to get it, which pissed Evan off. He ignored the way his body warmed to the thought of Bobby doing more than grazing him with that diabolical gaze of his, tempting him with a talented touch, forcing Evan to give him any and all of his demands.
And he wanted to—sweet Jesus, how he wanted to give in to that wicked look in Bobby’s eyes.
What in the hell was the matter with him? Not only was Bobby Duke not gay, but according to the front page of the Inquisitor gossip tabloid Evan loved to read, the sole heir to the Duke Empire had a different woman every week—and sometimes several in the same week.
The man was about as gay as Hugh Hefner.
With a sigh to release the images of what would never be, Evan reached into his inside pocket and pulled out one of his business cards. He hated his overwhelming reaction to someone like Bobby Duke. It was about as useful as the way Pebbles came on to Evan.
“Were you expecting more?”
“Hell, yeah. I ask for your name and you whip out a business card like I’m just some nobody.”
To Evan he had to be. Bobby Duke might be the object of his obsession, but it would never be more than that. In order to convince the erratic pulse that pumped blood into his throbbing balls, he had to treat Bobby with indifference.
“It’s got my name on it.”
Bobby glanced down at the business card in his massive hands. “Listen, Mr. Stewart. You aren’t making a very good first impression.”
Evan looked at him and wondered if the attraction crackling between them was only one-sided. The way Bobby kept stroking Evan with his intense gaze definitely made him wonder.
He dismissed it with a shake of his head and shifted so the bulge in his pants wasn’t too obvious. “I didn’t realize this was a test.”
“Everyone falls over themselves to impress me.”
Evan laughed. This guy was too much. It should have turned Evan off. Instead, it made him so goddamn hard he sucked in a breath. “Welcome to life in the real world, Mr. Duke. Not everyone falls to their knees at your feet.”
Bobby spiked a dark brow. “What a shame.”
Why in the hell would he be nervous? He’d had several lovers, and none of them had made him nervous. So why now?
Bobby knew why, and the reason stared back at him with wide, blue eyes. Evan was scared. Bobby saw it in his gaze. But he wouldn’t do anything with Evan that they didn’t want to do together. If having sex this early in the game was too much for Evan to handle, then they’d just fool around.
“Close the door and come here.” Bobby removed his pants, shirt, and shoes before taking a seat on the cushioned bench in the middle of the room. Dear God, he was harder than a fucking rock. If he didn’t get to bury his cock deep in Evan’s ass, he’d have to take matters into his own hands. If he didn’t release the load he’d been carrying since first laying eyes on Evan, he’d have a case of blue balls that would never go away.
“Take off your clothes,” Bobby ordered. “Let me see that gorgeous body naked.”
Evan colored and visibly swallowed, but didn’t hesitate to remove everything he had on.
Bobby nearly came right there. “Sweet Jesus, Evan. You’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Just look at you. How many hours do you work out a day?”
“Enough.” Evan lowered his gaze to Bobby’s tentpole between his thighs. “Is that for me?”
“It’s for you because of you,” Bobby answered and motioned at Evan. “Come here. Let me show you what I’d like to do to that gorgeous body.”
He kicked off his boxers and socks as Evan moved toward him. When Evan widened his eyes at Bobby’s erection, he slowed and let out a small puff of air.
“Oh, my God.”
Bobby tilted his head and frowned. “What is it?”
Evan bounced his gaze up to Bobby’s face. “That thing is huge. There is no way it’s going to fit.”
“Of course it will. Hand me my pants.” Evan did and Bobby pulled a little foil packet out, along with a pocket-size packet of lube.
“Are we really going to do this?”
Bobby gave him another sideways glance, concern now mixing with his heated desire. “Evan, have you ever had sex before?”
He nodded quickly.
“Lying to me is the fastest way to get on my bad side, Evan.”
Evan dropped his gaze to his feet.
“I’ve experimented a few times, but I’ve never actually had anal sex.”
“And that scares you?”
Evan glanced at Bobby’s dick. “That scares me.”
“We don’t have to have anal sex. There’s so many other ways for us to please each other. It doesn’t have to be penetration.”
Bobby rose to his feet, his hard cock bobbing like a pleasure-seeking missile as he walked toward Evan. He pulled Evan into his arms and covered his lips with his own, taking it slow until he felt Evan’s tension evaporate. When Evan kissed him back with a hunger that equaled his, Bobby lowered his hands and cupped Evan’s ass.
“You have a seriously fine ass.”
Evan let out a shaky breath. “Thank you. Yours isn’t so bad.”
Bobby pulled him close until their cocks touched before reaching down and fisting them together. “Take your hand and wrap it like mine.”
“Like this?” Evan shuddered when he met Bobby’s hand and together they started to stroke the two cocks.
“Just like that. Oh, yes. Just like that, baby.” Bobby rocked his hips, fucking their hands and leaning in to kiss Evan.
Evan moaned and matched Bobby’s pace, moving his hips in time with the strokes. “Oh, God. That feels amazing.”
“Let me show you how to feel even better.” He squeezed some of the lube in his hand onto his finger and ran his hand up and down the rounded slit of Evan’s ass. “Relax for me, baby.”
“What are you—ah!” Evan stiffened when Bobby’s slickened finger brushed across his tight little star. He then relaxed and pushed against Bobby’s finger, giving him permission to penetrate.
Slowly, deliberately, Bobby sank his finger into the tight little hole and curled it, brushing the end against the pebble in a come here motion. Evan jerked and sucked Bobby’s tongue. Hard.
“Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. What the—fuck!” Evan stiffened as he came and pumped out thick pulses of his sweet nectar. Bobby didn’t slow and stroked them both, driving himself closer to the edge.
Evan shuddered and leaned into Bobby. He brought his other hand to Bobby’s balls and took them in his palm, rubbing his middle finger up and down the tender spot between the scrotum and anus.
“Yes,” Bobby moaned. Evan had started to harden yet again. “Oh, yeah. Just like that. Keep fucking me, sweet Evan. I’m so close, so fucking close.”