Volte-Face by Dilo KeithMichael woke with a face full of dark curls and an armful of firm, bare flesh. Smooth cotton sheets concealed the lines and contours, but not the animal warmth of the body he’d found so exciting the previous night. He knew little about this gorgeous, sexy man beyond the fact that Ethan—or was it Albert?—was a good friend of the party’s host and had been looking for a thorough thrashing. He’d called the man “boy” most of the night. Before shackling Eliot—yeah, that was it, Eliot—to the cross, Michael had learned only as much as he’d needed to know about the man to play safely. However, they’d talked briefly after the scene and for a few minutes later in the evening, enough for Michael to decide that Eliot was smart, funny, and well worth getting to know better. Micha
