What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.

After seeking help from Jackson, Kail discovers the stranger is French model, Philippe La Grange. Kail can’t get enough of his delicious sub in or out of the hotel room, but no matter how many times he makes love to Philippe, he still can’t remember meeting him.
Problem is, the media has tracked his every outrageous move. What happened in Vegas is front-page news.
Will Kail remember his delicious sub before Philippe walks out of his life forever?
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Excerpt:
Kail stepped out the shower and stared
into the face of a stunningly handsome twink. He could not help the smile
curling his lips. Yeah, he should call for security, and the idea someone had
managed to get into his room flashed through his mind, reminding him to be
careful, yet what harm could a deliciously naked boy do to him? Beat him to
death with his cock? Hmm now, that was a thought and more so the snake
tattooed length seemed strangely familiar. He inhaled his spicy,
fucked-all-night scent and took his time moving his gaze over the slim hips and
waist then up over the pierced nipples to his face. You are stunning.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Mmm, well you sure know how to hurt a
person’s feelings, Kail.” The pup pouted and moved closer, his French accent
sending a hot wave of lust straight to Kail’s balls. “You’ve had me every
possible way for the last three nights, and now you can’t remember my name let
alone proclaiming your undying love for me in front of about sixty people.” He
moved closer and closed a fist around Kail’s cock. “Best you start remembering,
real soon. Jackson and Rogue are in our bedroom looking like the Spanish
Inquisition. Jackson is a real bitch. He spoke to me as if I was a rent boy
then said I stink and ordered me to take a shower.”
Realization dawned on him. This wasn’t a
boy looking for a rock-star fuck. He had to be the same one he’d left
well-serviced and hidden under the pillows. “I kind of like the way you smell
and I gather you’re the pup I found tied to my bed this morning?” Kail cupped
the back of the man’s head and his fingers sunk unto his soft dark curls. “I
wouldn’t have bothered them if I’d known you were so pretty. Jackson keeps the
members of Alpha Rock on the straight and narrow. He helps fix our personal
problems on the road. Yeah, he is a bitch, but he’s our bitch.” He
shrugged. “Truth is, boy. I don’t remember meeting you, although I do admit
your cock does look familiar and I love your accent.” He bent to brush a
kiss over the pup’s soft red lips and moved his hips enjoying the man’s touch
on his growing erection. Hmm, I’m so in the mood for shower sex. “Now
what’s your name?”
“You don’t remember?” The boy raised one
perfect brow.
“I get lost in a scene sometimes.” Kail
searched his mind but came up completely blank. “All my subs are ‘pup’ or
‘boy.’ I’m sure you understand. The coming down takes a while.”
“You are very strange, but this time I
will oblige, Master. My name is Phillipe, Phillipe La Grange.” The pup
chewed on his bottom lip then lifted his gaze. “Well, I guess as you’re a Dom I
could take your last name. Phillipe Darkstar sounds okay.”