City Hall, 2
Jean-Paul “JP” Dubois, assistant to the deputy mayor, was given the task of pushing Max Kalinski to the breaking point. The end game: get Max to quit working at city hall. The simple assignment turns into something deeper when JP learns Max is different than everyone assumed. He’s a complex man who has been taught all the wrong lessons—not simply a spoiled brat. JP knows he shouldn’t be the one to do it, but Max is in need of a strong man to help him right his wrongs.
Friendless and virginity sadly intact, Max is ready to find his place in the sun—even if he has to steal it. After he takes an attempt at blackmail too far, he feels guilty for how he acted toward the deputy mayor. When Max is left with no choice except to move in with JP temporarily, he learns his supervisor isn’t what he’d imagined. An unexplored yearning inside of Max comes out to play, and he wants nothing more than for JP to be the firm hand that guides him. JP accepts Max’s quirks, including his undiagnosed OCD, and brings out the best parts of him.
All the Wrong Decisions
Their work life puts a damper on what could be. JP knows they can’t be together, and his loyalty lies with his boss. Finding Max another Daddy is the logical decision. The problem? Max only wants JP. As they deny what they really need, both men must get through their nine-to-five hours as though they don’t burn for each other, but at what personal cost?
“I wanted to get ahead today.” I slumped forward and stapled one of the documents harder than I should have and the sound of ripping paper made me cringe. Double fuck and donkey balls.
Jean-Paul slammed his coffee on the desk and some sloshed out of the tiny drinking hole in the takeout cup, landing on my hand. I hissed and glared, and he actually gave me an apologetic look. “Listen up, pretty boy.”
He placed his hands on the desk and leaned closer until I could feel his breath on my lips. You think I’m pretty? nearly slipped out of my mouth, but I kept it in.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but don’t get any funny ideas. Your mommy and daddy won’t save you from the consequences of your actions, got it?” He crowded even closer, and I sucked in a deep breath. “I will destroy you, boy. Put you over my knee like a miscreant child and spank your ass until it’s as pink as those cheeks on your face.”
An image flashed through my head of exactly that scene—Jean-Paul sitting in his chair, me over his lap with my pants around my ankles, and his palm making red splotches all over my skin with every strike of his hand. Fiery need flushed through me hot and quick, a pulse of electricity that lit up my insides, and my cock plumped in my already too-tight pants. I flushed hot with a combination of lust and embarrassment and tried to stutter words, but nothing came out.
Jean-Paul chuckled as he straightened. “Learn your place, Maxwell. It’s beneath me.”
“Okay.” The word slipped out before I could stop it, and my eyes widened. I’d absolutely love to be beneath him—if he wasn’t such a dick. He enjoyed the pleasure of tormenting me way too fucking much.
He frowned, his head cocking like he wasn’t quite sure why I’d said that, but I turned away from him to go back to stapling. I ignored him as he grabbed his coffee again and stalked over to his spot at the center of the massive desk.
And that’s how we spent the day—in silence.
Meg Bawden was born and raised in North Queensland, Australia. She’s loved stories since before she can remember and has always enjoyed creating characters of her own, even if it did begin with drawing faces on toilet rolls and giving them names. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she’s loved the M/M genre since 2004, the first book she read being Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez. Writing M/M since 2007, Meg has never had the confidence to attempt publishing her own stories, but in 2015, she decided that it was all about to change thanks to the amazing friends she’s made in the M/M genre and their support and encouragement.
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