Champs

In the sleek confines of his executive suite, Will Seagers eyes Tony—a street-smart rough trade with a predatory grin and muscles honed by hard living. The kid's come job hunting, all cocky swagger and tight jeans that leave little to the imagination. Will, handsome as sin and hung like a legend, leans back in his leather chair. He hires him on the spot. But first, the interview. Thorough doesn't begin to cover it. Will strips away Tony's defenses layer by layer, hands roaming firm over sweat-slicked skin, lips claiming every inch. Tony gasps, arches, yields as Will's thick cock drives deep, pounding out secrets and surrender in rhythmic thrusts that echo off the walls. By the end, the hustler's hooked—body and soul—sealed in the hottest deal of his life.