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He felt his cock chub up.

“You better cover yourself before you give Isaac another erection,” Matteo said with a smirk before turning and walking back toward the château.

“What? I’m… not…”Oh, who was he kidding?The damn thing only seemed to go down when he was watching sad movies or eating broccoli. Yes, veggies were one way to kill a boner. That, and doing yoga. Fuck he hated doing yoga.

Huffing, Isaac pushed past Jared and followed his boss back up the pathway.

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JARED

All around him, lights flashed and music blared. Red and blue and purple. They all danced in a hypnotic sequence meant to enhance the appearance of his physique while giving the viewers what they really wanted—a purely erotic and sexual experience.

Men came from all over toLa Maison de M, a private gentlemen’s club that catered to the rich and powerful. Membership into this private club was expensive but well worth it if you were granted membership into this exclusive inner circle.

La Maisonwas a cross between a sex club, spa, and private resort—for men only. It was a place where gentlemen could come and be themselves without the judgment or prying eyes of the general public. What happened atLa Maisonstayed inLa Maison.

Confidentiality agreements were signed, video surveillance monitored, and everyone had an understanding that the only way this worked, was if everyone abided by the rules.

That, and having to suffer the consequences of Matteo Sabarino’s wrath. This last point was communicated throughrumor and word of mouth. Matteo was smart enough not to document this threat or participate in its execution, but members disappeared or went to work with mysterious bruises. They were all whispers, but guests ofLa Maisonknew who the real administer of justice was. If you broke the rules, you suffered the consequences.

Dropping to all fours, Jared began air-humping the stage. Thrusting his hips into an imaginary mouth… or ass… or whatever orifice you so desired. This realm was all about you,the guest. Anything you wanted, they tried to make it happen… and usually did.

Such was the magic ofLa Maison de M. A place where fantasies and desires came true.

Jared pumped deeper. Balancing himself with one hand as he continued to thrust faster and harder, making all the men around him lick their lips in envy.

The crowd went nuts.

Men loved watching him simulate fucking on stage. The hypnotic rhythm of his hips, the flexing contours of his muscles, and, of course, the ever-tempting bulge of his package.

Guests sought out Jared’s company because he played into that ex-military vibe. People wanted to feel protected and ravished by a hot, muscular guy who they would have been too intimidated to approach in the real world.

Here atLa Maison, everything was possible… for a price, of course. Fantasies came to life while desires were explored and fulfilled.

A fifty was slipped into Jared’s tight shorts. He leaned over the stage and pulled the man in for a kiss on the cheek. The man blushed as he waved shyly at Jared.

A newbie, for sure. Most men who frequented this place were powerful people who had confidence oozing out of theirpores. They sat back in their chairs, sipping their bourbon, while waiting for thecompanionsto come to them.

Companion was a term used atLa Maisonto refer to Jared and his fellow dancers. Yes, they were exotic dancers, but they were also so much more. They were your friends. Friendly young men who engaged in conversation and spent the evening providing companionship as well as comfort for those who sought it.

They were also your lovers. They flirted with you, made out with you, and for those who sought a bit more private adult entertainment,La Maisonoffered private rooms that guests could rent out for a little one-on-one, private time together.

Some guests stayed the night, some stayed the weekend, while others only spent a few hours, eager to return home to their fortunes and families.

This shy, blushing man must be new to the world of fortune and power. He still had his training wheels on. Jared gave him another six to nine months before he joined his fellow brethren as one of the confident, powerful few. Too bad. He kind of liked it when they were shy and bashful. They were lessCommander of the Universewhen speaking to you.

Although, usually, men who sought out Jared’s company were those who wanted to be controlled and ordered around in the bedroom. There was something about giving up power and control that many powerful men seemed to secretly crave behind closed doors. They spent every hour or every day being in control and making hard decisions, so it was nice to relinquish that control, even if only for a few hours.

Jared didn’t mind. He liked giving orders and being in control. He was an alpha when it came to the bedroom.

Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted him.Isaac.The blue-haired pain-in-his-ass skater boy who did nothing but annoy the fuck out of him. Or so he claimed.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but that green-eyed fuck-face had somehow managed to sneak his way into his unsuspecting heart about two years ago. The boy might act like an immature idiot who only cared about himself, but deep down, Jared knew better. He’d seen the slips in Isaac’s armor, the accidental glimpses of someone who actually cared about others.

It was those glimpses that had caught his attention and somehow found their way around his defenses and into his well-protected heart. No matter how much he tried to protest it or how much he tried to deny it, the little fucker had nestled his way in and had unknowingly carved out a home deep within his heart.

Once the song was over, Jared bounced off the stage and made his way over to where Isaac had a group of men hovering over him.

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