Three years and Stefan’s yet to find that certain someone who can take him to the precipice of lust, dangle him over the abyss, and shove him headlong into the darkness of his own desire. Someone who drives him to the edge but won’t let him fall. Someone he can trust completely, body and soul, someone he can lose himself in. When a local gay bar called the Code hosts a fetish night, Stefan goes looking to be conquered.
August in Richmond is sweltering—even at quarter to midnight, the air is sticky like a wet rag and the humidity takes Stefan’s breath away. He settles for a black latex vest, no undershirt, and a pair of bright blue latex boy-shorts so tight Daisy Duke would be jealous. The shorts make his buttocks look like two round rubber balls, high and tight, and the outline of his c**
