Defiance by Jason Collins

CONNOR:

We’re snowed in together, and he demands submission.

I manage models, so I spend all day surrounded by beautiful people. But when a sudden blizzard snows us into a luxury lodge before a photoshoot, I’m no longer in control. Our beast of a pilot takes charge of the situation—and of me. He knows what he’s doing, and what he wants.

Grayson looks strong enough to bench press these models. And when I push his buttons, he pushes me straight into bed. But we have a real problem: if this photoshoot is ruined, the trip will be a bust, and my career will be in jeopardy. Grayson has the iron will and steel grip to keep the crew together, but the clock is ticking.

And the ropes around my wrists are getting tighter.

GRAYSON:

We may be snowed in, but things are just starting to heat up.

I fly a bunch of models up to Denali for a shoot, and one little blizzard has them rattled. They’re out of their element, but their manager is trying to play it cool. He’s vulnerable. But even with all the models in the room, I can’t tear my eyes off him.

So maybe I’ll tear his clothes off instead and teach him what it means to be managed.

I’ll dial up the pressure until he begs me to stop. I’ll let him manage his models, but by night fall, I’m the one in charge. And the winter brings some long, hard nights. Alaskan blizzards are harsh, and if Connor wants this to go well, he needs to give up control.

Or I might just take it.