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, alpha male biker outlaws, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Jack Leighton is all business, all the time, and it’s his willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped him build his little clothing line into a full-fledged sportswear brand. But he’s taken things just a little too far when he turns to moneylaundering to help his struggling bottom line, a decision that brings him in contact with types of men he might not be ready to handle.
Now when he tells the outlaw MC president he needs to take a break from their agreement, the biker seems to want to help and offers Jack a pill that will help him focus and get his books in order. But soon, Jack finds out that helping him get ahead wasn’t exactly what the tattooed outlaw had in mind, and the drug he’s given him is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.
Before Jack knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and new urges have pushed him into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help him fill his sudden cravings …
Laughter sounded from around the table.
“That wasn’t a pill to help you focus,” Cole chuckled.
What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my body.
“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I grinned a little nervously.
“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”
“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.
He laughed. “Exactly, college boy. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”
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.