"It was just a stupid dare. One kiss to whoever walked into the club first. I didn't know it'd be him-the same man who now has me pressed against his penthouse window asking if I still like playing games." Santa's job is to sparkle on stage. Perth's job is to control everything behind the scenes. One kiss in a club sparks a fire neither of them can put out. Now, under flashing lights and closed doors, they navigate a dangerous game of desire, denial, and dominance. He wears suits like armor. Santa wears glitter like war paint. Behind the mic, he's a star. Beneath the suit, Perth is losing control. One's chasing fame. The other's chasing him.
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