For the past six months, Jared’s been selling sex at Market Garden, a London club that caters to the better-off. But business is slow in the run-up to Christmas, when businessmen and bankers are too busy bickering over bonuses to rent themselves a little high-class action.
Though Jared’s wallet finds the downtime unnerving, the rest of him rather enjoys the opportunity it gives him to admire Tristan, an old hand in the club whose reputation usually sees him well-booked. Jared has been crushing on Tristan for months—he’s no more immune to Tristan’s cockiness and confidence than the johns, and those are just Tristan’s inner qualities.
Just as Jared’s about to chat Tristan up, a businessman asks for something a little different: he wants to book them both. They agree—and Jared finds himself going from crush to mind-bending lust as he’s made the pawn in a sexual power game. Tristan shows him how a pro handles a john while delivering the top-shelf sex for which the Market Garden is so rightly renowned.
Dear lord, there is something about a well written BDSM/M/M series. Not all the books in this wonderful treat is BDSM but all I can say is......
We have Tristan a gay, very beautiful sex boy. He is very well known and paid well for his services. One night he is sitting at a table with a very shy new addition to the Market Garden, one Jared.
I am sure that Tristan knew Jared was lusting after him and when a client that only wanted to watch the both of them together, it was on. Both men with their own motivations about each other agreed.
We are taken to a location where the client was left with one rule. Pay for what you want to see. The more explicit, the more money was demanded. Tristan was not about to let such a big payday go. He topped Jared to complete submission. This is a complete mind fuck. One that will leave even the avid reader panting with anticipation of the next edition.
The way these two wonderful authors wrote this scene was......
Here is just one quote.....
“His hand drifted up Jared’s spine and into his hair. For a moment, he just stroked Jared’s scalp, the movements slow, almost tender.
“Always hot watching a man get fucked.” And then he grabbed Jared’s hair and jerked his head back. “But even hotter watching him beg for it, isn’t it?”
― Aleksandr Voinov, Quid Pro Quo
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