Liam and Jacen are roommates–and elite prostitutes working for a secret organization, The Company. They spend their lives making fantasies come true for spoiled, dangerous clients. In the midst of daily risk of emotional and physical damage, their friendship has been an island of sanity and safety. When The Company orders them to do a job together requiring them to cross the no-sex boundary that has kept them friends, Liam and Jacen must examine how they really feel about each other, and how far they are truly willing to go. Is this the life they want? Used to offering up their bodies without protest to the mercurial whims of others while fiercely guarding their hearts, the true meaning of love and consent is a challenge neither has ever faced before. (M/M)
Whatever the Cost (Print)Author(s): Lynn Kelling
$15.99Novel (120,000 words)
Publication date: Print edition, November 27, 2012 (Ebook edition, May 18, 2012)
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Standing at the door to Liam’s bedroom suite, Jacen pushes his hands into his jeans’ pockets in case there’s a repeat of his Liam-induced boner. He feels his throat go dry at the sight of Liam in a bathrobe, golden hair dusting his tan forehead, the red wig laid carefully on a mannequin head on his dressing table. He’s still painted with the elegant make-up, false eyelashes, lipstick and earrings. His bare, smooth legs protrude from the robe, his feet unclad as well, and Jacen secretly hopes that Liam is naked under the robe, or maybe wearing just the lace thong.
The cold pit of shame grows larger.
He can’t speak at first, going suddenly self-conscious like he’s some nervous kid, and Jacen is so totally unused to something like that happening to him that he’s at a loss. Staring at Liam, his heart beating more strongly than it should, he apologizes with his eyes and lingers where he is as Liam removes the earrings from the holes in his earlobes, watching the reflection of Jacen’s imposing form in the mirror.
“Hey. How was Claudia?”
Jacen grunts, shrugs, thinking, ‘Boring as hell until I started to pretend she was you, bent over, wet and willing, and begging for my cock.’
“That exciting, huh?” Liam chuckles. “Damn.”
He grabs a jar and unscrews the lid, taking a swipe of some white cream and smearing it over his face.
“Y-yeah, uh. Nothing really to report,” Jacen stumbles. “How was Leah received? Was she punished for being a bad girl or something?” He regrets the tease even before it leaves his mouth.
Liam glances downward, away from Jacen, and Jacen opens his mouth to apologize when Liam says, “Funny you say that. It kind of did start like that.” He stops there, letting the suggestion hang between them, floating invisible on the air currents.
Knowing he shouldn’t ask, that he should just make sure Liam is all right and talk about something else, Jacen ignores logic and asks, “Did he spank you?”