About this Title Genre: LGBT Erotic Contemporary Previous Title: Reckless Behavior Beau Bradbury has it all. He’s good looking, owns a lucrative business, and has an endless supply of hunks vying for his attention. His skinny, uptight personal assistant shouldn’t rate a blip on his radar. Nevertheless, there’s just something about Adam that Beau can’t resist. One night of drunken passion leads to nearly a year of secret trysts during office hours. Adam keeps his private life confidential, while Beau pretends to want nothing more than a good time. It’s a good arrangement, until a simple phone call ruins the status quo and makes Beau green with envy. Frustrated that Adam might be seeing someone else, Beau tries to put his attraction to the younger man behind him. However, all that changes with the introduction of Adam’s son. Instantly smitten with the sweet little boy, Beau is all the more driven to claim Adam for his own. All he has to do is convince his wary lover to open his heart and trust that there’s more to Beau than his playboy persona suggests. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices. .
Dedication My sincere thanks to everyone who helped make this story shine. Without the support of my editor, proofreaders, and beta readers, Beau and Adam's story may never have seen the light of day. .
Prologue October 2008 Beau Bradbury stared at his laptop, the last quarter's earnings for Club Casbah slowly burning into his retinas. Glaring at them didn't change the fact that memberships were on a downward swing. With the economy doing a nosedive, people just weren't willing to splurge on expensive gentlemen's clubs in order to get their rocks off. Something would have to be done if he wanted to stay in the black, but he wasn't sure what. He certainly couldn't raise the already exorbitant fees he was charging current members. That would only result in losing loyal customers who couldn't afford the rate increase. He refilled a highball glass with bourbon and swallowed the bitter brew, enjoying the heat that spread down his throat and crashed into his stomach. If there was ever a good time to get drunk, this certainly looked like the occasion. Leaning back in his chair, Beau tried to think of some way to drum up business without losing his edge. Casbah was known as an exclusive club, meaning he couldn't promote a two-for-one deal without fucking up the club's reputation. People didn't pay good money for a club any Tom, Dick, or Harry could be admitted into at a moment's notice. After draining the glass, he topped it off yet again. A pleasant buzz built as he drank his fill. Thoughts of work circled around and around in an endless loop. With no easy solution in sight, his business woes slowly dissolved and were replaced by Beau's favorite mental candy these days. Adam Winger. Having hired the young man as his personal assistant the month before, Beau was still on his best behavior around the guy. At twenty-one, Adam was a prime specimen of male virility. .
Reckless Passion 13 Chapter One August 2009 Adam was at his wit's end. Standing at the back of the formal living room, he watched Beau schmooze his way from one wealthy benefactor to another and marveled at the graceful way the other man carried himself. Regal and yet comfortable, Beau moved from one person to the next and mingled with his guests. A smug smile graced his handsome face, while prisms of light caught the individual strands of his short golden hair and made it glisten with highlights that could only be achieved by too much time spent in the sun. Even Beau's classic charcoal suit, the crisp white shirt beneath left open at the collar, lent the impression of casual elegance. Adam was fairly sure he wouldn't have been able to achieve the same look with a team of stylists and fashion designers. He was too tall, too skinny, and too prone to stumbling over his feet rather than gliding on them. Knowing Beau was only trying to drum up business didn't help staunch the acidic splash of jealousy each time Adam saw his lover air-kiss cheeks or laugh at some fat cat's lame jokes. If anything, the artificial friendliness made him want to puke. Contrary to what he'd said the first night he and Beau had slept together, Adam fell prey to the older man's raw magnetism again and again, casting aside any pretense of playing hard to get. The long hours they worked, paired with social drinking and an undeniable chemistry, made resisting the attraction almost impossible. Giving in had been all too easy. Being with his boss felt so damn good, until the moment Beau inevitably pulled away, forcing Adam to go home and crawl into bed alone, ashamed of his lack of control. Seeing Beau kiss ass for the sake of a buck brought home how very little Adam truly knew about the other man. .
22 Amanda Young Chapter Two Following the departure of his guests, Beau spent a long and lonely night staring at the television. When one boring show after another failed to lull him to sleep, he gave in to his need for relief and jerked off while thinking of Adam's aborted attempt at a blowjob. Afterward, the lethargy Beau expected never arrived. He was still at a loss for what to do with himself. Thoughts of Adam, and the way the younger man had hustled out of the house as if his ass were on fire, kept Beau awake long after his body wanted to fade into oblivion. He blamed the knot in his gut on aggravation at being led on, then left hanging. It had nothing to do with jealousy. He finally dozed off somewhere around dawn, only to awaken a couple of hours later, just as tired and listless as he'd been before falling asleep. Beau knew it was going to be a shitty day. Although he wished he could burrow deeper under the covers and hide for the rest of the day, he had places to go and people to see. Plus, Adam was scheduled to come in to work around nine. Beau didn't want to look like the Crypt Keeper when the younger man arrived. He summoned up what he remembered of the puzzling phone call he'd overheard, and replayed the one-sided conversation in his mind. “Is Johnny all right?” Pause. “He's really okay?” Pause. “I'll be right there.” The bits and pieces told Beau very little about the new man in Adam's life, except that he was fine and apparently impatient enough that he would have someone call Adam at work and demand he drop everything to run to his side. Frankly, Beau didn't know who the hell “Johnny” could be, other than competition. Judging by the concern lacing Adam's voice during the short exchange, it also appeared as if Adam cared a great deal for the guy. Curiosity made Beau wonder what this Johnny person gave Adam that he himself couldn't deliver. Because he'd been the first person inside Adam, Beau knew it wasn't a matter of sex. Adam wasn't a slut. .
Reckless Passion 29 Chapter Three Adam felt bad for calling in two days in a row, but he really didn't know what else to do. If he didn't come up with something—and fast—he was going to be up shit creek without a paddle. He couldn't afford to quit his job without having another lined up right away. However, he couldn't very well go into work and leave Johnny at home either, which presented a problem, because there were no sitters that he knew of who were willing to watch a four-year-old until all hours of the evening. Torn between work and his child, Adam was at a loss for what he should do. Thankfully, he'd found out Katherine was going to be fine. She's taken a nasty spill and broken her hip, but she was alive and expected to make a full recovery. When he'd taken Johnny by the hospital to visit her the day before, Katherine had apologized over and over again about the accident and any trauma it might have caused Johnny. She was a good woman. Adam would miss her when she moved to Cincinnati to live with her daughter. Although it was selfish, he couldn't help but think of it as losing another piece of his mother, no matter how small. His mom and Katherine had been good friends. It was three years after his mother passed away, and Adam still had to remind himself that she was gone every single time something important happened. His first thought was generally to share the news with her, as it had always been. Not having her around was a daily torment that only grew worse as Johnny got older. Adam finally understood the kinds of sacrifices his mom had made in order to raise him by herself, only she wasn't here to hear him tell her how grateful he was for all her love and support. God knew he hadn't been the best kid. Johnny's very existence was proof of that. Speaking of the little scamp, Johnny bounced into the living room. His eyes widened as they landed on Adam. “Daddy! You're home.” A large smile cracked Johnny's sleep-creased face .
40 Amanda Young Chapter Four Adam trailed up one hall and down the next, his gaze steady and focused on the goal at hand. Johnny had to be around here somewhere. He yanked open one door after another, peering into guest bedrooms and closets alike. This can't be happening… Johnny couldn't have vanished into thin air. Only halfway through his first day of bringing his son to work with him, and he'd already lost Johnny. He'd looked away for mere seconds, only long enough to hang up the telephone, but his oversight had opened a window of opportunity for Johnny to disappear from the spot where he'd been sitting by the desk and coloring so peacefully. Frantic searching was getting him nowhere. There were a million spaces for someone small to hide within Beau's home. He never should have taken his attention away from Johnny. Panic welled inside him. Sweat beaded on his upper lips and dampened the armpits of his casual black polo shirt. The peaceful tranquility of his surroundings seemed somehow ominous as his footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor in the upper hallway. Where the hell are you, Johnny? Adam swung around the bend in the hall and smacked into Beau, who was traveling in the other direction. Beau grinned. “Hey, you. I was just looking for Johnny. Have you seen him?” “I was just getting ready to ask you the same thing.” Adam blew out a frustrated breath of air. “Wait. Why are you looking for my son?” “That is what a person is supposed to do while playing hide-and-seek, isn't it?” “Right.” As if I'm psychic and knew Beau was talking about some game… “How long have you been playing with Johnny?” “We just started, why?” .
Reckless Passion 45 Chapter Five Desperation was high on Beau's list of emotions by the time Friday evening rolled around. Other than a few pilfered moments, he hadn't managed to spend any alone time with Adam. Johnny was always there, a ready excuse for why Adam couldn't be the slightest bit intimate with Beau. It wasn't as if he wanted to screw Adam in front of his son—after all, he wasn't a pervert—but was it asking too much for a kiss now and then, or even a friendly hug? The only attention that swung Beau's way was when Johnny was safely out of sight, which was rare, since Adam stayed glued to Johnny like he was afraid someone was going to run off with the kid. A stolen kiss here and there only made things worse, because it left Beau yearning for more of the same. Adam acted like any physical contact between them would traumatize Johnny for life. The result was a frustrating situation Beau couldn't see his way out of without offending his lover. He knew better than to push his opinions on child rearing down Adam's throat. On the other hand, if he didn't say something, he was only postponing a subject that would eventually need to be discussed if they were going to make a go of this relationship. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life hiding his sexuality in his own home. That, however, was a matter better left to another day, when he wasn't aching to get Adam alone and naked. A glimpse at his watch revealed the time was verging on six p.m. He pushed down on the gas pedal and shifted into fifth gear, rocketing his car toward home. After spending the afternoon at Casbah dealing with a VIP client's persnickety demands for a private party he was hosting the following weekend, Beau was more than ready to be home. However, if he wanted to catch Adam before he left, he needed to get moving. Unbeknownst to Adam, Beau had the upcoming weekend all planned out in his mind. The three of them could spend the daytime hours together, doing something fun with Johnny. Then at .
52 Amanda Young Chapter Six After spending most of Saturday and Sunday moping around the house, alternately stewing about his fight with Beau and then worrying about whether there was any chance of salvaging things between them, Adam tucked his son into bed early on Sunday night and then crawled between his own sheets with a touch of reluctance. Several hours later, he awoke to the distressing bleat of an alarm ringing. Disoriented, it took him a moment to figure out what all the blasted noise was about. The overwhelming stink of smoke clued him in long before his foggy mind figured out the situation. Adam was on his feet and stumbling across the hall into Johnny's room before a spike of adrenaline flooded his bloodstream. He lifted his sleeping son out of bed and slung the red and blue Spiderman blanket over his head for protection. Without knowing what they would find once they tried to exit, he could only think of trying to protect Johnny from inhaling too much smoke. As he made his way toward the door, the Molotov cocktail of fear pervading his every thought screamed the need to get out of the building. Above his burning desire to protect their things, his most cherished photos, and the sentimental items saved from when Johnny was a baby, the need to get his son to refuge rode him the strongest. Pictures of his mother and infant son couldn't be replaced, but the squirming little boy held in his arms was more important than anything else. Adam would gladly lay down his life to shield Johnny, although he prayed it didn't come to that. He was all the family Johnny had left. God knew the child's mother wouldn't step in and take care of him if something happened to Adam. But I'm not going to think about that right now. I'm going to stay positive and get us out of this. Holding out hope that their one way out of the apartment wasn't blocked by fire, Adam approached the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the silver gleam of keys hanging on .
Reckless Passion 59 Chapter Seven For the longest time, Adam rested beside Johnny. Not wanting to disturb his son, he stayed as still and silent as possible. Inside, he was screaming. His mind kept waffling back and forth between what could have happened and what he needed to do now that they were both safe. Trying to sleep was pointless. Beau's proximity was like a thorn in his side. He wanted to crawl into bed with the other man and seek the oblivion of Beau's strong arms. However, responsibility demanded he stay by Johnny's side. Otherwise he would have happily crawled into bed with Beau and wallowed in the comfort his lover so readily offered. If he'd allowed himself, it would have been all too easy to lose himself in Beau's soft gaze and lay all his worries at the older man's feet. Hours went by while Adam was torn between comfort and duty. Somewhere near dawn, mere hours after he'd arrived on Beau's doorstep, Adam gave up and slowly rolled out of bed, taking care not to shift the mattress too much. He couldn't give in to his need to sneak into Beau's bedroom and beg for succor, but he couldn't lie there staring at the ceiling either. Although he didn't like the thought of leaving Johnny unattended, he felt like a moron for lying immobile and staring at the ceiling when he could be doing something more useful. In deference to his son, Adam planned to keep an ear out for any hint of stirring. Under the circumstances, that was the best he could do. He stood by the bed for a moment, staring down at his son and thanking all that was holy that he had been able to protect his child. If anything happened to Johnny… Adam hugged himself, trying to rub away the bone-deep chill building inside him. Stubborn moisture gathered in his eyes and blurred his vision. Rapidly blinking away the wetness, he strode out of the room, leaving the door ajar in case Johnny called out for him. * * * * .