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Will the sports hero find the love he deserves in his perfect naughty boy?

Beckham Davis is accustomed to being loved for his sports ability and his wealth. He' s tired of being used and wants someone who can love him for who he is— a lonely ex-baseball player looking for true love and companionship. When he goes to Boys Club, he doubts he' ll find what he wants... Then he meets Sam.

Sam Mack came to Boys Club to escape his past. He knew what he was getting into there, but that doesn' t mean he wants to stay forever. When he sees Beckham' s ad, he can' t help but answer. Someone who runs, loves giving spankings and needs a naughty boy? On paper, Beckham sounds perfect, but Sam' s track record for finding duds is strong. Despite his past, he wants Beckham to give him a try.


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EXCERPT

“Welcome.” He trusted Demetrius. The man always made good on his word and brought in serious revenue. “Now about that other thing. Boys Club? Care to elaborate?”

“I do care,” Demetrius said. “First, it’s exclusive. Second, it’s not cheap.”

“Have you met me?” Money was no object.

“Thought I should put that out there,” Demetrius said. “Third, it’s a place to find your perfect match.”

“In a boy?” He wasn’t keen on the idea of dating someone too much younger than him. “I don’t do that sort of thing.” A few years younger, maybe, but not nearly half his age.

“It’s not that way. What I mean is that there are guys there younger than you, but still within your parameters.”

“I’m thirty-eight.”And too damn old sometimes.

“These guys are nineteen and up,” Demetrius said. “And they cater to your needs.”

“Like…how?” Demetrius had intrigued him. “In the bedroom or out? Both?” He wasn’t keen on dating a courtesan, but hey, maybe it could work.

“However you want them to work. We should talk about this in person,” Demetrius said. “Want to go?”

“Where is it?”

“Just outside of Cleveland. Fly up here and we’ll go. I bet you’ll find the one you want.”

Interesting. He did want to go, but it was getting late. “When? What time?” He was only forty-five minutes from Cleveland via helicopter.

“It’s already nine-thirty. Think you can make it here by eleven?”

“Deal. I’ll grab Taylor and fly right to your house.”

“I’ll let them know to light up the pad. See you soon.”

He hung up and abandoned his private box before the fireworks ended. Part of the luxury of having his own stadium was the access to the helicopter pad. He’d had the pad installed in case of an emergency, like needing to fly an injured player out of the facility, but the pad served the dual purpose of allowing him to fly out as he pleased.

He filed his flight plan via his phone, then joined Taylor at the helicopter. “We’re not heading home tonight. We’re going up to Demetrius Ford’s place and I’m flying.” He started going through his preflight checks.

“Yes, sir.” Taylor assisted him through the checks.


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