Command Performance

Steve Cody slumps in his chair, exhaustion gnawing at his bones, frustration boiling under his skin. Paul's droning voice buzzes on about pointless details, a relentless hum. Then Steve spots him—Aiden Shaw, the warehouse hunk, striding past like a force of nature. Aiden's raw animal sexuality hits Steve like a gut punch, that magnetic pull drawing him in, irresistible. Paul's words blur into silence. Steve surrenders, lost in fevered fantasies of manlove. He pictures Aiden, the big Irish stud, pinning him down, subduing him completely. Steve yields willingly, swept away in a wave of magically delicious euphoria, every inch of him alive with surrender.