Can the one being led, do the leading?
Miles Hornish has seen it all—men, women, ménages…but none of them make the grade. No, this self-made real estate magnate wants one person to share his wealth, his bed and his platinum handcuffs. No one seems to fit the bill—except his limo driver, Fynn. But Miles has issues in his past. Will Fynn be enough to help Miles overcome his past?
Fynn Gold likes his job chauffeuring Miles. What's not to love? Witnessing encounters in the back of the limo and being the one person Miles can trust…it's a dream job. Except Fynn wants more with Miles than endless miles on the road. He wants to be the only person in those shiny handcuffs. Can Fynn convince Miles he's ready to be more than just a driver?
Sometimes it takes the right pairing to make love work out right
Reader Advisory: This book includes the use of sex toys, anal sex, BDSM play and a flogger or two.
General Release Date: 15th November 2013
Possess me, tease me, oh God, tie me up and use me.
Fynn Gold shifted position in his seat and forced his gaze from the action in the back of his limousine. The longer he stared at his boss of a year, the more he’d get himself into trouble. Spending the last year of his life with the guy had helped Fynn learn one hell of a lot about Miles—who he played around with, his favorite music, his tendency to drum his fingers when frustrated. Fynn’s erection pressed painfully against his ironed polyester trousers. He thanked God the polished aviator sunglasses shielded his eyes. If Miles ever realized he played the voyeur, he’d be fired in an instant.
No fraternizing with the staff. Fuck.
But knowing the truth didn’t stop him from fantasizing. Yes, he’d landed the job of a lifetime when Miles Hornish had hired him as his personal driver. Yes, he made good money doing little more than driving. But having the real estate king of Cleveland’s west side as a boss didn’t earn him dates. Most guys and women only hung out with him in order to get to Miles. He couldn’t blame them. He’d trade everything for one hot night with Miles Hornish.
One of the women, the blonde, flipped her hair and moaned. Her breasts spilled from her black cocktail dress. The other girl, a brunette, palmed one of the bare globes, then grinned at Miles. Instead of jumping into the middle of their grope session, he lounged in his seat. Miles didn’t smile or smirk. No, he kept the same poker face expression he used during business meetings.
The women didn’t turn him on. They did nothing for Fynn. Even the gentleman sitting beside Miles with his hand on Miles’ thigh looked bored. The girls continued to remove each other’s clothing until both were nude from the waist up.
Fynn caressed the corner of his iPad. Part of him wanted to ignore the orgy in process in his back seat and resume reading his latest legal thriller. He’d seen more than his share of debauchery in his time as Miles’ chauffeur. The suspense in the book sometimes ended up being better than watching yet another woman throw herself at the real estate magnate.
Part of him wanted to shoo the extra people from the car. He’d rather be alone with Miles even if he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell with the man of his dreams.
“You probably don’t even realize I exist as anything but a driver,” he muttered. Fynn stole a glance at the rear of the vehicle. The women took turns giving the other man oral sex. Miles sat apart from the group. He didn’t watch their antics.
Miles stared straight at the security camera.
Holy hell.
Without ripping his gaze from the direction of the camera, Miles inched the cummerbund out of the way and unzipped his tuxedo trousers. He slipped his hand into the gap in his pants, then eased his cock out for all to see. His lips parted as he wrapped his fist around his erection.
Fynn’s mouth ran dry. Was Miles playing to him? Did Fynn actually care? Not really. Fynn engaged the locks on the doors and switched the button to darken the front windows. He sat back in his seat and mimicked Miles’ movements. Fynn worked his dick free of his pants and stroked in time with his boss. His balls ached and excitement shimmered in his veins. He’d never been so careless in the front of the car, but with the inky night sky working in his favor, he didn’t care.
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
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Reviewed by MM Good Book Reviews
It had the pleasure one gets from the BDSM scene and the love from two men who want each other with all of the heart. It was told with a bit of flair, that made it a truly wonderful read.
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Reviewed by Jeep Diva
Drive My Car by Megan Slayer was a fast paced tale of Miles Hornish and Flynn Gold, employer and employee. Miles was a self-made millionaire who employed Flynn as his driver. Both men lusted for each...
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