Devon Alexander is a very wealthy and successful businessman and the world is his and he knows how to take what he wants. The one area of his life that's not as successful is his personal life. He's in a complicated relationship with the beautiful Jesse Young whose an aspiring model. Can Devon and Jesse overcome their differences such as a huge age gap and outside forces.
I felt connected with the relationship of Devon and Jesse right from the beginning. I enjoyed the characters, sometimes Jesse could be immature but he's quite young so it's understandable. I found if these guys would stop listening to their friends then half their problems wouldn't even exist. Yes they have a May-September romance and it works for them even though their friends have more of an issue with it then they do.
I enjoyed the writing style of this author and the story flowed quite nicely. My only issue is that I would have liked a longer story as some parts felt a bit rushed but that doesn't affect the story at all. This was a fun read and I enjoyed their story and beautiful connection.
Devon pulled down his shirt and straightened his tie before bending to retrieve his underwear and trousers. Once dressed, he lifted his hands to his head, checking his hair. Vain, maybe, but he had an image to protect. All the while, he covertly watched Jesse tuck his rather impressive manhood into tight white boxer briefs and zip up the fly of his jeans. Jesse glanced up to catch Devon watching and a smug smile spread across his handsome face. “Shit, did we even lock the door?” Devon asked suddenly, trying to remember if there had been time to turn the key in between Jesse walking into the office and them ending up sprawled half-naked across the desk. Emily, his personal assistant, was terribly efficient, but she was a shy, quiet girl and he hardly dared think what effect it would have on her if she saw Jesse in all his glory. “What if Emily had come in?” “She wouldn’t have,” Jesse said confidently. “Really? What makes you so sure?” “I told her not to.” Devon narrowed his eyes, not sure he liked the thought of Jesse giving orders to his staff. The last thing he needed was Jesse getting ideas above his station. Devon would be a laughingstock if his much-younger boyfriend started throwing his weight around like he was the one in charge. “What did you say to her exactly?” “I told her not to come in because I was going to fuck you hard over your desk,” Jesse replied with a smirk. “I sincerely hope that’s meant to be a joke.” Jesse looked at him, assessing his change of mood. There was a sudden gleam in Jesse’s velvet-brown eyes and Devon smothered a sigh, knowing he was about to be lied to. Such were the consequences of taking a man twenty years his junior as a lover. Jesse was Young in name and young in nature. Fortunately for both of them, his good looks and sexual prowess generally outweighed his immaturity. “Of course it was a joke,” Jesse said, flashing his most disarming smile, the one that made women and quite a lot of men melt whenever they saw it. “You know I wouldn’t do anything like that, Dev.” Dev. Nobody had ever called Devon that before Jesse. In the press and business life, he was Devon Alexander. To family and friends, plain old Devon. Only Jesse got away with calling him by the abbreviated form. Privately, he quite liked it when Jesse called him Dev, although recently he had come to realise the shortened version of his name was used most when Jesse either wanted something or was trying to wheedle his way into Devon’s good books after doing something wrong.