Closeted Confessions: Jason

Jason had a plan: survive the sales conference, close a few deals, and get back home to his girlfriend. The only snag was the hotel's booking error, leaving him to share a single king-sized bed with Max a twenty-three-year-old with fierce eyes and an ass that haunts his dreams.

What starts as a tense truce over cheap whiskey quickly spirals into a waking fever dream. Jason's subconscious betrays him, planting images of Max's full lips and the forbidden places they could go. He tries to fight it, to deny the raw, animalistic hunger Max awakens in him, but it's a losing battle.

One touch is all it takes. One kiss, and Jason's carefully constructed life shatters. The conference is forgotten, the room becomes their entire world, and the lines between hate, lust, and something dangerously close to love are obliterated in a sweaty, desperate frenzy of exploring every inch of each other. Jason came to Atlanta a straight man with a girlfriend. He's leaving as something else entirely addicted, claimed, and utterly ruined for anyone else.