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Can the billionaire open his heart to the hunky artist?

Skye Glass loves giving his money to charities and the arts. He’s not looking to give away his heart, but when he visits one of the art shows he’s sponsoring, he meets Aeren. He never would’ve guessed the sexy naked man posing for the show could be the man he needs in his life.

Then he visits Boys Club….

Aeren Reed loves modeling, especially nude, because he can indulge his fetish—exhibitionism. When he meets Skye, he has no idea the man is worth billions. All he knows is that Skye is a sweet man and a great conversationalist. When he’s paired with Skye at Boys Club, he’s given the opportunity to indulge in his love of nudity and art.

Having a sugar daddy wasn’t on his to-do list, but Aeren’s hooked. It’s up to Skye to decide if he’s keeping his naughty exhibitionist.







EXCERPT

“If you promise…” He fought the urge to roll his eyes. He had no doubt he’d find someone handsome like Aeren, but whatever he’d meet at the club was there to entertain and take his money—something he didn’t want. He needed a connection, not just mindless sex.

“I do.” He closed Skye’s hand around the card. “Just give it a try. Visit and if you’re that put off, then don’t go back.”

“I’ll visit then.” And he’d probably not go back. “Thanks. I’ll be here a little later for the show. It’s oddball, but it’s intriguing.”

Contemplations in Skin?” Alan frowned. “You do realize Jelly and Quentin have a thing, right? That’s why it’s being shown tonight and one night only. It’s so Quentin can convince Jelly to sleep with him.”

“That’s messed up.” And sad. He thought he knew Quentin better than that. “Why would he book a show that’s so out there just to get a date? That’s not how the gallery works.” It wasn’t how he wanted his money spent, either.

“Don’t rag him too hard. He’s lonely and even I thought he and Jelly had a connection,” Alan said. “Just let it be.”

“Send him to the club.” He’d give the card to Quentin right now.

“Quentin isn’t the right clientele.”

“He’s not obscenely wealthy?” God, he hated the way that sounded, even if it was true.

“No, he’s not good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s an exclusive club and meant for discerning men. If you’re going to blab about the club or what goes on, then they won’t ask you back. You’re the kind of guy they want—sweet, quiet and discerning,” Alan said. “Just give it a shot.”

“Fine.” He shook his head. “I’ll try it this weekend, but I’m coming to the show tonight. I paid for the damn thing and I might as well get my money’s worth by viewing it in its full glory.”

“And gawk at Aeren.” Alan chuckled. “Go. He’ll still be here.”

“I will.” He should thank Alan for the referral, but he wasn’t sure what to think about it. A club to pick up men. An escort service? He had no idea. Did he want to go? Did he not want to? He’d never know if he wouldn’t like the place if he didn’t visit…

Why not give the club a chance? He might find the man of his dreams.

Anything’s possible.


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