When Kit loses a contest and approaches a dangerous Dom for submission, he learns that the man he lusted after from afar is a lot more complicated than everyone thinks.
Mason Briggs doesn’t quite know what to do with the persistent submissive. Kit looks at Mase like he’s everything good and right in the world. After a murder accusation and trial, Mase just wants to protect his heart. What is he going to do about the sweet submissive who keeps walking through all of Mase’s boundaries as if they aren’t even there?
When someone tries to tear the couple apart and threatens Kit’s safety, Mase has to decide if he wants to go back to a life alone or fight for the man he’s falling in love with.
Mase woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. “Hello.”
“Hello Mase…I mean, Sir,” a nervous voice muttered across the line. “This is Kit—you know, from the club…”
Mase squinted at the alarm clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. However, waking up had never been so sweet. The sub’s nervous, stuttered words were music to Mase’s ears. “Hello Kit, how are you this morning?” He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes as he listened to Kit ramble.
“Oh, hell. I woke you up, didn’t I?”
Mase laughed at the soft curse he was certain the sub never planned on him hearing. “That’s all right. What did you call for?” He had a pretty good idea why the young man had called but he wondered if Kit had the balls to tell him.
“Umm…” There was a moment of silence and Mase wondered if he’d lost the connection. “You told me to call you. Didn’t you mean it?”
The sub’s sad tone made Mase smile. For a man who didn’t have a lot to smile about, he’d done more laughing since he met Kit several hours ago than he had in the past year.
“No, I meant it,” he reassured the worried man.
“W-would you be interested in going out with me sometime?”
Kit was so super sweet Mase could practically feel the sugar coating the phone. His heart melted a bit. He couldn’t remember the last time a guy had dared to ask him out even before the murder trial.
“Kit, do you know anything about me?” he asked in a gentle tone. He didn’t want to scare off the cute sub, but he didn’t think they’d make a good match. As attracted as he was to Kit, he didn’t want to be a source of misery in the younger man’s life.
Some subs might want to flirt with a bad boy, but it was the accountant they took home to the parents.
“I-I know you were accused of murder but were let off due to lack of evidence. B-but that doesn’t matter,” Kit rushed to say.
“It matters,” Mase insisted. If Kit had anyone who loved him and knew what Mase had been accused of, they would take the innocent young man as far away from him as possible.
Hell, Mase wanted to and he barely knew the kid. Okay…maybe ‘kid’ was pushing things a bit, but Mase definitely had a year or ten on the younger man. “How old are you, Kit?”
“I’m thirty-five. Don’t you think you should be looking for someone closer to your own age?”
A soft snort came across the line. “Why? So we can be inexperienced together? Yeah, that’d be a lot of fun.”
Mase laughed. Something about Kit charmed him. To Mase, a man who could make him smile was worth more than any amount of gold.
“Fine. I’ll agree to dinner but that’s all I’m promising.”
“Can I give you a blowjob under the table?”
“No. Just dinner.”
“If you let me buy, will you put out?” The teasing tone in Kit’s voice made him laugh.
Shit, it was almost as if the past year of pain slid away beneath Kit’s vibrancy. Mase reined in his wild ideas. One young inexperienced submissive wasn’t going to put all of his troubles in the past, no matter how charming the man.
“Dinner only, take it or leave it.”
A long sigh came across the line. “All right. Where?”
Mase gave the name of his cousin’s restaurant—the man made a great lobster ravioli.
“Meet me there at seven tonight. Be prompt or I’ll cancel our date.” He barely resisted the urge to tell Kit that there would be a punishment if he was late. He had a feeling Kit would show up an hour past their meeting time just to test him out.
“Yes, Sir,” Kit muttered before Mase hung up.