GENRE: Gay BDSM Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 26,992 words
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Jason, owner of his own coffee shop, and Eli, shy but kinky librarian, meet on the set of a reality TV show and have to pretend to be a couple. Sparks fly immediately, especially when they realize they’ve been flirting at Jason’s coffee shop long before the show set them up.

Jason has to accept that Eli feels like a kitten at heart, and Eli needs to trust that Jason is the playful Dom he’s been longing for. And someone has to send a memo to Eli’s abusive boyfriend to back off ... all before the show’s finale. With a little help from the show’s loyal fanbase, anything is possible; even a happy ending!

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

With Eli wrapped around me like icing on a cake, I found it hard to fall asleep. You try sleeping when a sexy cutie is pressing his body flush against you—including his not so subtle erection. We had a lot to talk about, and I still wasn't sure where this was headed. In my mind, Eli's relationship with Tyler was a one way street to Painville, but I couldn't make that decision for him. If, at the end of this weird set-up, Eli decided to go back to Tyler, I would have to accept that. And even if he decided to break up with Tyler, it was still possible he needed some space after that or that he found someone else he wanted to be with. It wasn't necessarily me.

But I wished it was.

I had never been anyone's Daddy before, but when Eli said that word to me, it melted my heart and filled my dick at the same time. An intoxicating mixture.

Fuck, how had I fallen head over heels for this boy in so short a time?

Well, the answer was, it hadn't been a short amount of time. It had been weeks and weeks of making him hot chocolate, anticipating his arrival on Tuesdays and Fridays, making sure I was there to serve him when he walked in. Hell, this one time I had hidden the last chocolate cookies, because the knitting group had come in early and had wanted to order the lot of them. I didn't want to disappoint my favorite customer, so I had hidden one away and made myself the object of gentle ridicule by my staff for the entire rest of the week. All this time I had already fallen for him without even acknowledging it.

And here I was wrapped up in him. Literally.

He stirred against me. Somehow his reflex was to press himself against me even more, like he was falling and needed to hold on to something steady.

He opened his gorgeous eyes.

"Good morning, kittycat," I said. I wanted to kiss him and hug him, but it wouldn't be right for me to assume he wanted me to, and he looked tired enough to not be able to give his consent to anything except maybe pancakes.

A smile lit up his face when he realized where he was, who I was, and probably who he was.

"Morning, Daddy!" he purred. Then he stretched, and he looked adorably fuckable. I needed to get out of there before my pajama pants got catapulted to the other side of the room.

"Pancakes alright?" I asked and got a happy purr in return.

"Sounds like I woke up to a kitten lying next to me."

He curled into me, kneading me like I was a pillow -- and I was loving it.

"All you need now is a tail."

"A tail?" he said, almost in awe. "And you'd like that?"

I thought about his innocent question. The last thing I wanted was to put any sort of pressure on him, so I decided for a more elaborate answer than a simple yes.

"It's not something I specifically need. There's no right or wrong for me, because it depends on the partner. It wouldn't be a deal breaker if someone didn't like the tail." I'd never met a pet who didn't enjoy the tail, but if Eli didn't feel like ever wearing one, I was at the point now where I wouldn't mind as long as I got to take care of him for a little while longer.

"It's all about the playing together of wants and needs," I explained a little further. "If someone enjoyed wearing the tail and got a kick out of it rolling on the floor with it, then I would have tremendous fun making them do it, knowing that this is something we both enjoy equally."

I couldn't help myself. I had to lean toward him and whisper in his ear, "I do think kittens look absolutely fabulous sipping oat milk from a saucer on the floor wearing nothing but a tail and kitty ears."

Eli's eyes went wide and his face took on a lovely shade of pink.

In any case, he was in much the same predicament south of his belly than I was, and that was the confirmation I was looking for. His hard-on was painfully pressing into my thigh, making it hard for me to think straight. My kitten seemed excited by being naked for me. I filed that information away to think about later in the shower.

It took Eli a few moments to work through what I had said. But I was surprised where his brain went after the tiny mindfuck I had just dished out. Because instead of having questions or telling me to never mention these things again, he asked: "I'm getting pancakes?"

"Absolutely," I replied. "But only if you get up and hop in the shower now, kittycat."