Working undercover in a club to bust a dealer should be routine. And it would be, if Max wasn't distracted by a gorgeous Goth-boy. He wants to bury his hands in Ben's spiky black hair, bury something else in his pouty red mouth. When his sweet candy boy refuses to stay away from the dangerous club where patrons are ODing in record numbers, Max doesn't know if he should beat some sense into Ben-or fuck it into him.With his thesis on the Goth subculture finished, Ben has no reason to hang around Candyland anymore. Except for Max. The brooding bouncer is too tempting, even if he can't seem to decide whether to push Ben away or pull him closer. But Ben will take what he can get, because when Max pulls, it's mind-blowing.As the ODs continue, Max tries to fight his raging libido long enough to collar the perp. And the deadly dealer is closer than he thinks, scrambling to tie up loose ends-including one named Ben.