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Turning the Tables (Sex Sells Series, Book Four)

Series: Sex Sells , Book 4.0
By: Kim Dare | Other books by Kim Dare
Published By: Resplendence Publishing, LLC
Published: Nov 21, 2012
ISBN # 9781607356059
Word Count: 39,117
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Categories: Romance>LGBTQ>Gay Romance>BDSM Romance>Contemporary


Turning the Tables (Sex Sells Series, Book Four) (Sex Sells) by Kim Dare - Romance>LGBTQ>Gay eBook

If there’s one thing Lee can’t stand, it’s a submissive pretending to be a dominant. When the man in question is the most stunning submissive he’s ever set eyes on, it’s obvious that something has to be done.

Turning the tables on a man who’s spent years pretending to be someone he’s not isn’t easy. Teaching a man, who spends every day struggling to hold his own against the dominants that surround him, that submission isn’t a weakness, is even harder.

Can Jacob Neilson learn to submit? Would the other owners of SKIN Designs accept it if he did? And, most importantly of all, can Lee hold everything together when it all threatens to fall apart?

Can the man who’s given the other partners hell over playing where they work really risk the future of SKIN Designs over a temp?
Reader Rating:   3.7 starstarstarstar (13 Ratings)
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“If you can’t handle the job, there are plenty of people who can. This is your last chance. One more screw up and you’re gone.” Jacob Neilson jerked his head toward his office door. “Get out of my sight.”

The young man who’d stood in front of Jacob rushed away, slamming the door in his haste to leave. Jacob nodded to himself at a job well done. There would be no loose cannons at SKIN Designs—not if he had anything to say about the matter.

Jacob’s gaze still rested on the door when it swung open. He instantly dropped his attention to the paperwork spread out across his desk. There were only two men who’d dare to walk into his office without at least a perfunctory knock. He wasn’t in the mood to see either of them.


That was even worse than Peter. Jacob stubbornly kept his attention on the horrible handwriting some poor, deluded employee thought would help disguise the blemishes in his expense account.

The challenge of deciphering the scrawl didn’t help distract Jacob in the least. He couldn’t have been more blatantly aware of Lee’s presence if he’d let his chin drop and gaped at the boy.

“The receipts you wanted for the Benedict project, sir.”

“Leave the file in the box, I’ll get to it.”

No rustle of paper indicated that anything had found its way into the in-box on Jacob’s desk. Damn. There was no way to avoid it any longer without being obvious about it—he had to look up.

Lee stood directly opposite Jacob’s desk, exactly where a rather less efficient employee had arranged himself a few minutes earlier. There were some men who took the slogan Sex Sells, and we’re Very Good at Sex, far too literally. They came to work at SKIN Designs’ offices looking like cheap rent boys. Lee wasn’t one of those guys, but there were undoubtedly a lot of men, and probably quite a few women, who’d happily pay a fortune for an hour of his time. Jacob knew that because he’d have been the first to reach for his wallet.

God help him, but even in a perfectly unobjectionable pale blue shirt and an ugly striped tie, Lee managed to look like the kind of guy who wore leather.

“Is there something you want?” Jacob demanded, anger at himself seeping into his words.

“There was no need for you to rake him over the coals,” Lee said, as calm and cool as ever. “It was his first day. Anyone could have made the same mistake.”

“That’s not the point,” Jacob said, flicking through some papers in the hope Lee would take the hint and accept the silent dismissal.

“So, what was the point?”

Jacob made the mistake of looking up. Deep blue eyes caught hold of him, bound his wrists with rope and held him prisoner. Jacob’s hands ached with the desire to lean across his desk, and push his hands through thick black stands of hair.


He stopped himself short. “Are you under the impression that part of your job description involves questioning my decisions?” he bit out. He let out a disbelieving little snort and turned his attention back to his papers. “The sooner Mary returns from her maternity leave the better. As things stand, I’m not sure which is the lesser evil, breaking in another temp, or putting up with you until she returns.”

Lee stepped toward Jacob’s desk rather than away from it. If he noticed the inherent threat in Jacob’s words, he didn’t seem worried by it. “No, sir,” he said, very politely. “I’m under the impression that you think bullying men who are too scared of losing their jobs to tell you where to shove it, makes you look like a dom. It doesn’t.”

“What did you say?” Jacob demanded, jerking back his head and peering at Lee as if he’d just announced a desire to run away and join the circus.

Lee stared down at him from the other side of the desk. “Treating your employees like shit doesn’t make you look like a dom, sir. It makes you look like you wouldn’t recognize a real dom if you tripped over one on the way to work.”

“A real dom?” Jacob echoed. Fear sent a spike of adrenaline shooting through his veins. He launched himself to his feet, his desk chair rolling several yards across the carpet as he shoved it out of his way. “What do you know about that?”

“More than you, sir,” Lee said, still oh-so calmly. “For one thing, I’m a dom rather than a sub who’s pretending to be one.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jacob spat.

“I know that there’s one thing I can’t abide, and that’s a sub who plays at being a dom. Every time that happens, the guy ends up treating some poor sod like dirt. It gives real doms a bad name.”

“And what gives you the right to define a real dom?” Jacob sneered, even as his heart raced, and his stomach took up trampolining.

Lee shook his head but didn’t break eye contact. “I don’t decide anything. It comes hardwired into a person. You don’t choose how you’re made. A lot of people don’t like facing that fact, but there’s no avoiding it.” He tapped the side of the folder he held on the edge of the desk. “You’re a sub, sir. And you need to find a way to accept that—or at least a way to avoid taking out your frustration on every junior member of the staff who has the bad fortune to come through your door.”

Jacob stared at Lee, completely speechless. The boy had to be at least fifteen years his junior. He was an assistant, and a temporary one at that. It should have been easy to send him scurrying out of the office as if every hound hell had ever created was hot on his heels. But, somehow, it wasn’t.

Jacob gaped at Lee, unable to make a single syllable pass his lips and even less capable of looking away.

“Maybe if you got to know your submissive side better, you’d realized being a sub doesn’t mean being weak, then you wouldn’t have to overcompensate so much,” Lee suggested, with something that sounded suspiciously like sympathy, or worse—pity.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jacob mumbled. He was so determined not to show the slightest trace of fear his voice became expressionless.

Lee continued to hold his gaze. The guy didn’t even blink.

“What makes you think—?”

“I’ve never been attracted to a dom in my life,” Lee cut in before Jacob had time to build up any sort of momentum. “And I’ve wanted you since the first moment I set eyes on you.”

Jacob blinked. Lee liked him. All at once, Jacob was a teenager again. The coolest boy in school liked him. He wanted to grin like the goofy nerd he’d been twenty-five years ago. In his mind’s eye, he saw a version of his formative years that was neither humiliating nor closeted.

Reality kicked in. Jacob frowned. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. This wasn’t just about wishing that another gay boy went to the same school as him; that, in some very discreet way, they could be each other’s date to a school dance.

Jacob had responsibilities. He had a job to do, a firm to run.

“You mean to tell me that this whole stupid conversation is because you’ve realized that your cock isn’t as reliable a kinky weather vane as you thought it was?” Jacob glanced heavenward, in momentary awe at his own foolishness. To think he’d actually believed himself on the verge of being outed as something far worse than a gay teenager.

“You’re a submissive,” Lee said, with so much confidence Jacob wanted to leap over the desk and throttle him—or at least to roll around on the floor with him until he let Lee win, just for the pleasure of being pinned down by a young, virile body.

“I am not a submissive,” Jacob said, hoping it was just paranoia that made him think his brand of certainty sounded far less convincing than Lee’s.

On the other side of the desk, Lee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A touch of something that looked suspiciously like disappointment filled his eyes. “I can’t make you see sense, but I’ll tell you this, Mr. Neilson—I wouldn’t let a real dom bully some poor sod in front of me, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you do it, either.”

“Oh? Do you actually think you can stop me from acting in whatever way I please?”

Lee squared his stance. “The next time you bend some poor guy over a barrel and tear him a new one for no good reason, I’ll have you over my knee.”

“And I’ll have you fired.” Jacob mentally winced. His words sounded so petty compared to the authoritarian seriousness in Lee’s voice. His breath caught in his throat as panic threatened to overtake him.

“Go ahead.” If Lee’s intent was to call Jacob’s bluff, he did a bloody good job of it. “My previous statement still stands.” He paused. When he spoke again, his tone was once more polite and conversational. “In the meantime, here are those forms you requested, sir.” He placed the desired file in Jacob’s in-box, turned on his heel and walked out of the room.
Reader Reviews (4)
Submitted By: magic598 on Jan 29, 2013
read this as part of a series and loved it because of the M/M theme and BDSM
Submitted By: lilandra on Jan 26, 2013
nice book . It was a bit hard to believe someone could play Dom for 20 year and be a sub. But it turned out well
Submitted By: biteythingy on Jan 18, 2013
This was an interesting series. I liked this book because of the internal stuggle the main character has with hinself. The point of the book seems to be: at some point you have to live for youself, be who you really are and stop lying to yourself and those around you. How can you have real relationships with people otherwise? As always with this author the scenes are hot, but I was more interested in the power dynamics.
Submitted By: andi57 on Jan 1, 2013
I love Kim Dare always tells a good story, however this one was a little boring.

Turning the Tables (Sex Sells Series, Book Four)

By: Kim Dare