Exceptions To The Rule

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Exceptions to the Rule ISBN 9781419915772 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Exceptions to the Rule Copyright © 2008 Fae Sutherland & Marguerite Labbe Edited by Briana St. James. Photography and cover art by Les Byerley. Electronic book Publication May 2008 With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/) This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Dedication For Margie, my co-author and soul sister, without whom I would not be living my life’s dream. Thank you, for the laughter, the smut and the unwavering love even when I drive you mad. I love you, sweetpea.—Fae

For Fae, you challenge me when I hedge, you believe in me when I doubt, you give me honest criticism when I need it and are unstinting with your praise. I wouldn’t be where I am without you pushing me. I love you.—Margie

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts: Trustees of the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts

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Chapter One Nathan Daniels stirred his straw, tumbling the ice cubes around in the otherwise empty glass. The music was pounding, or maybe it was his temples. He glanced at his watch and suppressed a sigh. It was too early to ditch his colleagues, though judging by the mess of empty glasses on the table and the rapt expressions on their faces as they leered at the brunette gyrating on the little stage, they wouldn’t notice if he left. The song ended and the stripper scooped up her fallen clothes and the scattering of bills on the stage with quick, businesslike motions before swaying off in impossibly high heels. Nathan rose, the smell of perfume cloying. “Hey, where you going, Nate?” John Hanson, an associate from Detroit, looked up as another song started and a fresh wave of girls took up their spots on the stages. “You don’t want to miss this one,” he said, indicating the statuesque blonde crammed into a tiny riding habit. Nathan offered him a bland smile and shook his glass, the ice cubes clinking against the side. “I’m getting a refill. I’ll be back.” He departed before John could protest. This was not his type of scene and he grew more uncomfortable every time colleagues were in town and it was inevitably suggested they head out to a strip club for drinks after dinner. He wound his way over to the bar, contemplating leaving again. He could make his apologies in the morning, only he’d left his coat and jacket on the chair and it was too cold to head outside without them. The bar was almost empty, since it was late enough that most of the customers were settled down at individual tables. A steady stream of waitresses came with empty trays and left again with them fully laden. The three bartenders were all occupied, so Nathan set his empty glass on the counter and sat, glancing back toward his enthralled companions.

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“What can I get you?” The voice was smooth, with the slight lilt of an accent Nathan couldn’t quite place. He turned back to the bar and his irritation melted away with one look. The bartender was in his late twenties, with spiky, jet-black hair which looked natural, not dyed. His eyes were a brilliant green and mischievous. He had that deliberate scruffy look, in need of a shave but it was incredibly sexy. Nathan’s spirits lifted. “Mojito,” he responded, hoping he hadn’t been caught staring, but this guy deserved a second glance, a third and fourth even. The bartender’s snug black t-shirt hugged his chest, the tattoo of a dragon rearing up out of the collar to kiss the side of his neck. His eyebrow and lip were pierced, and all in all, he wasn’t the type Nathan usually went for. Nonetheless, he was entranced. The bartender grinned as he began mixing the drink, glancing back Nathan’s way in a considering manner. He turned his attention back to the concoction, giving it a good shake before pouring and sliding it in front of Nathan. “You guys in town for a convention or something?” the bartender asked as Nathan looked back toward his companions. Nathan suppressed a sigh, turning his back on his table and all his attention on the bartender, even if the man was probably working here because of the all the available women around. “No. I’m hosting the meetings in town, they came in for it. Someone on the upper floors thought it would be a wise career move to entertain them this evening.” “Ahh, I see.” The other man’s smile widened and Nathan noticed with a sharp tingle of lust that his tongue was pierced too. There was something about the wrong kind of man, and the bartender definitely looked like the type his mother had warned him about. It set his imagination on fire. The bartender gave him an easy smile as he took Nathan’s bill and made change. Nathan mourned the thought of taking his drink and going to sit back with his colleagues. Especially when the bartender lifted his be-ringed eyebrow and gave him a 6

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small smile as he started drying the glasses. Nathan wasn’t sure if there was a spark of interest in those green eyes or not, but on his end this conversation, not to mention view, was far more entertaining than what he had been doing. Nathan left a couple of ones on the bar before tucking the rest of the change in his wallet, then took a sip of his drink. He should go back. He was being rude. Somehow, though, he couldn’t seem to unglue himself from the seat. He was sure he was being obvious. Most men in a strip bar wouldn’t abandon the table to go exchange conversation with another man. The little gleam of awareness he thought he’d recognized in the other man intrigued him, though, and if he was wrong, well, he’d been wrong before. No harm, no foul, but if he was right, then this night could take a definite turn for the better. Nathan’s tongue slipped out to catch a bit of sugar from the glass’s rim, which clung to his lip. The bartender’s gaze dropped down to follow its path and there was a sharp tug of undeniable lust in the pit of Nathan’s stomach. It was probably just wishful thinking on his part when Nathan thought he saw an answering reaction in the man’s vivid green eyes. Nathan’s hopes were realized when the bartender set aside the glass he was drying and held out his hand. “Jamie Nolan, and you are?” “Nathan Daniels.” Jamie’s hand was warm, strong, and he nodded with another easy smile, glancing over at the table with Nathan’s colleagues and then back to meet his eyes. Neither said anything for a moment before their hands released. There was a new awareness in Nathan, but before he could reflect on it, another voice cut into his thoughts. “Hey there, darlin’, how about a private dance?” A smoky, seductive voice caught them both off guard and Jamie laughed. Nathan turned stunned eyes toward a tall Latina woman, leaning casually against the bar. Before he could stammer a reply, Jamie reached across to give her a light nudge. “Sorry, Maria, I think this one’s mine.” 7

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The light teasing in Jamie’s voice had Nathan’s stomach leaping again. Then the impact of his words struck and Nathan found himself staring at him. Oh yes, he’d gladly be his. Jamie was a fantasy realized. The woman gave Jamie a good-natured roll of her eyes before sashaying off and it occurred to Nathan that she knew his secret. Not that it was much of a secret, but he wasn’t out at work and he turned to follow her progress to see if she was heading toward his table. “Don’t worry. She’s not gonna say anything.” Nathan turned back to Jamie, surprised he’d been so obvious, and the bartender chuckled. “The girls here know all there is to know about discretion.” Jamie tsked, shaking his head. “You, on the other hand, have a thing or two to learn. Tell you what, go on back to your friends and make your excuses. Otherwise, honey, your cover’s gonna be blown with those guys. I get off in half an hour, we can go get something to eat.” Nathan recovered his voice. It wasn’t like him to be tongue-tied, but Jamie’s impact bowled him over. He wasn’t sure if it was because of all the alcohol he’d imbibed or because this was such an unexpected turn to his evening. “The diner around the corner?” he asked, smiling as he rose from the barstool. “I’ll be there.” Jamie’s smile widened to a wicked grin. “You can count on that.” Oh, Nathan was certain he could. “I’ll be waiting,” he replied, heading back to the table. He could sense Jamie’s gaze on him and the heightened awareness sent a shiver down his spine. He wondered if he’d get the chance to see how far the dragon tattoo on Jamie’s neck extended. “You’re leaving already?” John asked as Nathan stopped at their table and gathered up his suit jacket and coat. “Sorry,” Nathan replied with a smile, clapping John on his shoulder. “I’ve got an early morning.”

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Nathan lingered a few minutes longer, exchanging pleasantries before taking his leave. Jamie was busy behind the bar, but the intriguing man flashed him a smile as Nathan caught his eye. He smiled back and headed out the door. The dread he’d been experiencing earlier when he realized where his evening was headed had disappeared, replaced with anticipation. He turned down the street toward the diner. It was the only place within walking distance where people could go after midnight to sit down and get something to eat. It was half full, mostly with club-goers and the like, though there were a few businessmen, probably from the same establishment he’d just left. That should worry him, but it didn’t. The chances of his companions coming here instead of heading to the hotel when they were done were slim. Nathan found an empty booth and slid in, ordering a cup of coffee. It crossed his mind that Jamie might be playing him for a fool. At first glance, they seemed to have nothing in common, but he wasn’t the sort to make snap judgments based on another’s appearance, especially when that appearance fired his imagination. No, he’d seen the interest in Jamie’s eyes. He would show when his shift was over.

***** Jamie hadn’t ever closed out his shift so quick. He turned his jacket collar up against the bite in the air and grinned, joking good-naturedly with Phil and Steve, the bouncers, as he headed out. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he strolled down the block. He wondered if Nathan would be there, then decided, yes, he would. Why he could believe it with such certainty, Jamie didn’t know, but he knew he’d be there. He felt a sharp pull of anticipation in his belly and took a long drag on his cigarette as he maneuvered the sidewalk, calling out a greeting to a couple of the girls working the corner. He knew them all, not because he patronized them, but because he tended to be

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out when they were and most of them were good girls just trying to survive. He didn’t fault them for it or for how they chose to do their surviving. Turning the corner, Jamie glanced up and down the street before jogging across to the diner. He crushed out his cigarette under his boot heel and ducked inside, grateful for the warm rush of air. Winter in the metro area was a pain in his ass and sometimes made him wish for L.A. Then he’d come to his senses. He unwound his scarf and unzipped his jacket as he wove through the tables, experiencing a heady rush when smoky gray eyes lifted and met his halfway across the room. Lord, what was it about this man? Jamie had a strict no-customers policy ever since one had gone bad, but his invitation had been out before he could even question what he was doing. He decided, as he got closer, that it was the vulnerability Nathan had which showed in every uncertain shift of his eyes, the way he’d nibble on his lower lip just so and the little smile he gave from under those heavy brows and thick lashes. He looked…soft. Welcoming. And Jamie craved it. “Hey.” Jamie grinned as he slid into the booth, shrugging out of his jacket and blowing on his hands. “Freaking icy out there.” Nathan nodded, glancing over to catch the waitress’s eye and gesturing to the cup of coffee in his hands with two fingers held up before looking back at Jamie. “We’ll have to get you warmed up then.” And then, bless him, looked shocked at himself for saying it. Jamie chuckled and reached out both chilled hands to cover one of Nathan’s. “You’re nice and warm.” After a moment he released his hand, glancing up as the waitress brought the second cup of coffee and another menu before disappearing. Jamie gave him a warm smile over the menu. “I’m glad you didn’t blow me off.” Nathan let out a breathless sort of laugh, almost relieved sounding, and a good bit of the tension Jamie had sensed faded. “I could say the same.”

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Jamie gave him a grin that said he shouldn’t have worried. Not that he thought Nathan had, not really. His companion seemed much more the type whom it would take a lot to rattle. But then again, he also seemed like this sort of thing was not his norm. A rattled Nathan might be very tempting to see. Jamie reached for his menu as Nathan pulled open his own, perusing the selections. “Dinner was too many drinks ago,” he said and Jamie grinned at him, imagining Nathan drunk. Now that would be something to see. “I hear you. I’m always starving when I come off a shift.” Jamie was still going back and forth between examining the menu and glancing up at Nathan, while the other man apparently figured out what he wanted and folded the menu, setting it to the side to study Jamie’s face as he sipped his coffee. Jamie cast him a small smile, not bothered by the intent way Nathan was looking him over. Jamie fiddled with his lip ring as he finally decided on a big greasy burger and fries he could drown in hot sauce. He glanced up over the menu and watched a faint blush steal over Nathan’s cheeks as he was caught staring. “Like what you see?” Jamie grinned. They both knew there was no point in hedging and Nathan smiled back. “That I do, Jamie.” “So do I,” Jamie replied, setting the menu aside as the waitress came back. They ordered and Jamie glanced at Nathan with a surprised smile when the other man suddenly chuckled. “What’s tickled you, honey?” Jamie asked, tilting his head. “Just the thought of two gay men meeting in a straight strip club.” Nathan laughed again. “You have to appreciate the irony.” Jamie chuckled and leaned back in the booth, stretching his legs out to prop them on the seat beside Nathan. “You’d be surprised. It’s more common than you’d think. Most of the guys who work there are gay and a fair number of customers too. Beats me why they frequent the place, but they do.” He shrugged. “Maybe they’re all in the closet, who knows.” 11

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He took a sip of his coffee and gave Nathan a smile. “So is it just work folks you don’t tell or do I get to be your dirty little secret?” He might not mind being this man’s dirty anything. Nathan flushed a little and shook his head. “Just work. Corporate America is a good old boys network and gay men don’t get into the club.” He shrugged. “It’s just reality, that’s all. Or the corporate funhouse version of reality, anyway.” Jamie nodded. “I can respect that, not everybody has the luxury of picking up a guy at work.” He blanched and then shook his head. “Not that I make a habit of it or anything. I don’t, actually. I have no idea why I broke the rule tonight, but I have to say, I’m glad I did.” “So am I.” Jamie gave Nathan’s leg a nudge with the toe of his boot. “So tell me about yourself, Nathan. You’re not from DC, I can tell. What kind of accent is that?” It was subtle, but there, a certain hint of drawl to his words that wasn’t quite Southern and definitely not Yankee either. “Jacksonville, Florida. You?” Jamie grinned. “Arizona. I grew up in Tombstone up until junior high, then moved to Tempe.” He pointed a mock gun at Nathan and laughed. “I wandered a good bit before settling in DC about five years ago. I’ve lived just about everywhere, though, at one time or another.” Nathan smiled. “You look like you have a good bit of wanderlust in you.” “I get restless after a while and start wondering what’s over the next horizon. I have no problem finding work and nothing keeping me from moving on.” He’d never found something worth sticking around for, but Jamie had learned a long time ago to never rule out the impossible. Sometimes the impossible came knocking.

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“So do you bartend full time or is that a side gig?” Nathan interrupted Jamie’s thoughts and he brought himself back to the conversation with an easy smile, shaking his head. “Nah, it’s pretty much full time,” Jamie replied, tugging on one earring. “Though not all in the same place. There’s the Lolita and I also run the bar at the Boiler Room on the weekends and some holidays. The pay is decent, the tips are better and I get the best stories for parties.” “I’d bet.” Nathan smiled. “I’m sure they’re much more interesting than boardroom tales.” Jamie tapped his finger on the back of Nathan’s hand. “So what do you do?” He cocked his head again, playing with the lip ring. “Lawyer? Banker?” Nathan shook his head with a soft laugh as the waitress returned with their meals. “Do I look that boring?” he teased. “Definitely not boring in the slightest, honey, though the tailored suit says a lot.” “True enough.” Nathan picked up his fork. Jamie was utterly charmed when the other man closed his eyes to say a quick, silent blessing over his food before meeting Jamie’s gaze. “I’m an analyst for a health care association. The others are in town for a critical meeting on insurance.” His lips quirked. “At least, they assure me it’s critical. It seems as if it’s not too different from the last emergency we had a couple months ago.” Jamie wasn’t sure what an analyst was, but it sounded important. That fit, he didn’t imagine someone like Nathan was anything mundane. He’d be involved in important things, know important people. And Jamie knew all those important people’s secrets, because he served them and saw them when they had every guard lowered. Nathan, for example, looked at Jamie and saw more than a pretty face, a tight ass and the bad-boy persona. Nathan looked at Jamie and saw an escape. Something outside his narrow world and it intrigued him. Nathan saw in Jamie the chance to prove, if only to himself, that he wasn’t stuffy or old or some creature out of place in the world Jamie inhabited. The funny thing was, Nathan couldn’t have been more wrong. 13

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Jamie was anything but the wild, leather-wearing, trouble-walking man Nathan saw. He imagined Nathan would be very surprised if Jamie didn’t try to get in his pants tonight. Well, he was going to be surprised then, because Jamie had already decided he wanted more than one sizzling night with this man. And he had no doubt it would be sizzling. But as tempting as it was and as much as he knew there’d be zero resistance on Nathan’s part, Jamie had bigger plans in mind. He smiled and took a bite of his burger, tongue sliding out to catch a dollop of mayo on his lip. “So their solution to this big emergency is to shove fives down Maria’s panties? Wow, I’ll hafta let her know her poontang is so powerful.” Nathan chuckled and shook his head. “As I said, critical is subjective.” Jamie watched him eat, very precise, neat bites, chewed probably the recommended number of times, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin after each bite. Lord, the man did need some shaking up. And Jamie intended to do all the shaking in the world. “So you don’t frequent strip clubs, I daresay you aren’t a bar hopper either. Hooking up with a bartender must not be your usual. What made you say yes, honey?” Jamie was glad he had, though he was curious to know why. Nathan seemed to think about it as he set his knife and fork down. He sat back and took a sip of his coffee, studying Jamie’s face. Jamie wasn’t flustered at all by his scrutiny. He continued eating, waiting patiently for his answer. A smile flitted across Nathan’s face and he set his napkin down on top of his plate and moved it out of his way, folding his hands on the table and leaned forward. “I could say it was because you’re dead sexy, but you’re already aware of that and we both know it’s not the real reason.” Jamie nodded in agreement. It might have been what attracted Nathan initially, but Jamie didn’t think his appearance alone would be enough to have had him out here, late in the night, hoping there was more to come.

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“Or it might be because you showed interest in return, which was unexpected.” Jamie’s brows arched slightly, but he said nothing as Nathan continued. “But that’s not it either. Maybe it’s not something I can put into words yet.” Nathan sat back then, taking another sip of his coffee. A slow smile curved Jamie’s lips, finding it inexpressibly sweet that this put-together man, with his façade of “I’ve got it handled”, seemed to be unable to put a finger on what Jamie made him feel. Jamie very much liked that. After a long moment of apparently thinking about it inside his own head, Nathan went on. “I agreed because I have a feeling I might have stumbled upon something I’ve been searching for,” he finally said and flushed. “Well, now that I’ve embarrassed myself and probably made you think I’m some sentimental kind of fool, how about you? Why did you ask? You said you’re not normally in the habit of going out with your customers, so what changed this time?” Jamie set down his burger. “You’re right, I don’t date customers. I have a very strict no-customer policy actually.” He smiled and scratched his temple. “I was thinking about it on the way over, how come I asked you to meet me when I never do that.” “And what conclusion did you come to?” Their gazes met and held and Jamie smiled again. “Don’t take offense, but I decided it was because you seemed soft. Soft and welcoming. You have this vulnerability about you I find unspeakably attractive, just a certain look in your eyes. I’m comfortable with you. Beyond the urge to muss up your perfectly pressed shirt and your neat hair.” He gave Nathan a cheeky grin. “Like how you said you weren’t expecting interest on my part. You’re not some guy who expects men to fall all over themselves to get to you. It kinda makes me want to do just that.” Jamie shrugged and picked his burger back up to take a big bite. He could tell Nathan was surprised by his answer. “Don’t discount the urge to muss you up, though.” He winked and was thrilled with the soft flush spreading across the other

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man’s cheeks. It was utterly endearing, he didn’t think he’d ever met anyone who blushed, at least not in a long time. Jamie imagined Nathan was the type of person who took care of others well. Met you at the door with a warm kiss and a cup of hot tea on a blustery day, picked up your favorite dessert without being asked because he knew you liked it. Things like that. Jamie was the same way and he was intrigued by what he considered a kindred spirit. He put a lot of stock in his gut instinct and it said Nathan was something special. Not to mention Jamie could imagine what it might be like to wake up in the morning with this man tangled in his arms. Soft and warm from sleep, those stormy gray eyes hazy and a sleepy smile on his pretty pale lips. Oh yeah, Jamie would certainly like to wake up to that, which was startling because that was another rule of his, no one stayed the night. But he couldn’t imagine sending this one on his way at the end of the evening. “You don’t have to fall all over yourself to get to me,” Nathan said, meeting Jamie’s eyes. “I think we both know where we stand.” Jamie grinned. “I’m not so sure about that, honey, but if you’re not on my page now, you will be by the end of the night.” He had the distinct impression, and he was rarely wrong, that Nathan had a scenario in mind right now, one he’d come up with, with his logical mind and organized thoughts, one he wouldn’t expect Jamie to deviate from. Unfortunately for Nathan and his carefully laid ideas, there was very little Jamie liked more than to deviate. Nathan leaned forward as Jamie finished his burger and set it aside. “What are you doing Saturday afternoon?” Jamie grinned, leaning forward as well so they were face-to-face across the table, Nathan’s pretty gray eyes lit up inside and it was a damn fine sight to see. “Why, you thinkin’ about whisking me away, honey?” “Something like that.” Nathan gave Jamie an assessing look. “I have two matinee tickets to Shear Madness at the Kennedy Center. Would you like to go with me?” 16

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Jamie’s belly jumped and he nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He grinned at the relief in Nathan’s eyes. “You’ll have to tell me what I just agreed to, though. What’s Shear Madness?” Besides sitting there tumbling head over ass for a virtual stranger. Nathan leaned back with a smile. “It’s a comedy, a whodunit where the audience gets to solve the crime.” His gray eyes sparkled. “I think you’ll like it, you seem the type to enjoy a good show.” Jamie arched his brows and chuckled, nodding in assent. “You have me pegged, honey. I definitely like mysteries.” He saw the flare in Nathan’s eyes and knew the other man realized Jamie wasn’t just talking about a play. He grinned and reached for his wallet. “C’mon, Cinderella, it’s getting late, we better get you home before the clock strikes.”

Nathan’s anticipation was growing, it had been all evening, but now as Jamie rose and tossed some bills on the table, the sensation became more acute. Jamie held out one hand, their eyes meeting, and it intensified with the light flutters in Nathan’s stomach and the tightness in his spine as he smiled and took Jamie’s hand, rising as well. When Jamie had agreed to the date on Saturday, Nathan took it as a sign that the other man wasn’t seeking just a one-night stand either. Nathan wanted much more than that, wanted to get to know the man who was walking through the diner with him, hand in hand. They paused in the entryway to fasten their jackets before Jamie took Nathan’s hand again. Nathan was surprised by how comfortable he was with the gesture as they stepped outside, especially with the frank sexuality the other man exuded. Nathan wasn’t a prude, but he was private and tended to be uncomfortable with certain emotions in public. Though at the moment, he didn’t give a damn if everyone passing on the street took one look at them and knew they were lusting after each other. Jamie looked around, then down at him. “Where to? Did you drive or is it close enough to walk?” 17

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Nathan gave a small nod to the left. “This way. It’s not too far, about six blocks down and four over.” Jamie nodded, grinning and tucking their clasped hands into one of his pockets. The city seemed muted tonight. There were stray cars, a shout from a street corner every so often, but it was mostly silent and Nathan savored it, the companionable quiet as they walked. There was a pull toward the other man that was instinctual. It was a turnaround for Nathan, who preferred his life to be ordered by rational decisions, not whims. In this case he was drawn to the innocence he’d seen in Jamie’s eyes, which could be missed if you looked at his outward appearance and didn’t delve deeper, a genuine kindness which called to Nathan. Several blocks down, they were waiting at the crosswalk when Jamie pulled their hands from his pocket and slid his free arm around Nathan’s waist. A jolt went through Nathan as he turned toward him and was snared by brilliant green eyes. Jamie splayed his free hand on Nathan’s back. Even through the coat, Nathan could imagine the warmth of his palm. Jamie’s voice was quiet and a soft smile played around his lips. “I’m going to kiss you, Nathan.” Nathan swallowed and nodded as Jamie pulled him closer and dipped his head. Even though he’d expected it, Nathan was still surprised by the bolt of electric reaction that slammed into him at the first light brush of their lips against each other. The shock of anticipation realized coursed down his spine and all it did was whet his appetite for more. Jamie tasted like heaven. Like heaven and sin wrapped up into one. Soft, warm lips, his breath fanning Nathan’s face, it was perfection and he was astounded by the impact of a mere brush of lips against lips. He pressed himself closer to Jamie, curling his fingers in the other man’s jacket, his lips parting as Jamie’s mouth brushed over his again. His heart pounded. In the course of a couple of hours, Jamie had him breaking more rules than he’d even known he had. 18

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Any other man and Nathan wouldn’t be taking him home with him. They’d be going to a hotel and he wouldn’t have held his hand walking down the street with him, much less kiss him on a street corner. With Jamie it was natural, which should be frightening, but instead was exhilarating. Nathan felt freer than he had in a long time. He nibbled on the strange sensation of Jamie’s lip ring and sighed as the other man deepened the kiss, their tongues sliding against each other, exploring, and then it was gone. Nathan blinked up at Jamie, forgetting where they were because he wanted to kiss him again. The one taste had been too brief. Jamie chuckled and brushed his finger against Nathan’s lower lip. “You’re gonna kill me with those eyes, you know.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nathan said, squirming a little inside as he took Jamie’s hand again while they crossed the street. He looked sideways at the other man. He was sure Jamie was entirely aware of his own impact. The other man carried himself with an innate confidence. Nathan just wasn’t used to thinking of himself in the same terms. “And that’s half of your appeal, honey,” Jamie said. Nathan felt the faint blush again and cursed himself. He didn’t normally reveal so much. It seemed he had no defense, no wall against Jamie. It looked as if he’d finally met someone who could see right through the pose he maintained. He smiled as he neared his building, this was his last chance to back out and go after something safer. He didn’t hesitate. “That’s where I live.” He pointed as they crossed the last street. Nathan nodded to the doorman as they entered hand in hand. It was late and he had a big day tomorrow, but all he could think about was getting Jamie upstairs, slowly undressing him and staying up ‘til dawn discovering his secrets. The elevator doors closed behind them and Nathan didn’t resist as the other man tugged him into his arms again. He had been so blown away earlier, he’d missed certain details that he drank in now. Like the lines of humor starting to etch themselves in the corners of Jamie’s eyes.

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Jamie dipped his head and Nathan lifted his lips to meet Jamie’s, but instead of kissing, Jamie brushed his lips over closed eyelids and Nathan drew in a quick breath as his heart flipped. Jamie’s mouth feathered down over Nathan’s cheeks, along his jaw, nibbling before taking his lips. Nathan was surprised by the soft whimper, barely audible, that came from him. Jamie fisted his hand in Nathan’s jacket and they drank from each other’s lips as the elevator rose, only vaguely hearing the ding as the doors slid open. Jamie broke the kiss and lifted his head, almost in pride, before easing Nathan back and following him out of the elevator and down the hall. Nathan was dazed, not only from the power of the kiss they shared, but his easy surrender to it as well. They stopped at a door and Nathan fumbled with his key before Jamie grinned and took it from him, deftly unlocking the door and pressing the key back into Nathan’s hand. Jamie met his eyes and brought both strong hands up to cup Nathan’s cheeks, blunt fingertips sending little shivers of awareness through him. Jamie tipped Nathan’s face up and covered his lips in a kiss which was both promising and soft at the same time. It hinted at the heat they would generate when they did make love and Nathan savored the anticipation as Jamie’s tongue swept thoroughly into his mouth. After a long moment, the kiss eased and they separated. Jamie gave him a warm smile. “Goodnight, Nathan. I’ll see you on Saturday. You’ll hear from me before then.” He brushed his fingers across Nathan’s lips and took a step back. Nathan was stunned, more than stunned, he was at a loss, which was a new experience for him. Normally, he took charge and had the answers for any given situation prepared before events unfolded, but Jamie was different. He was disappointed Jamie wasn’t going to stay, though at the same time it confirmed what he’d hoped. Jamie was looking for more too. He smiled slowly. He would enjoy the buildup and when he did get Jamie into his bed, he wasn’t going to ever let him leave. “So do you want my phone number, my cocky friend, or do you have another plan for getting in touch with me?”

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Jamie laughed, taking another step back. “I always have a plan.” He looked so wicked, his eyes a brilliant twinkling green and his unconventional appearance added to the image. “I look forward to it.” Nathan turned the knob and stepped into his apartment, flicking on the light. Behind him he could hear the soft ding of the elevator opening again and resisted the urge to look back. When he’d left work this evening, he would’ve laughed if anyone had told him that before he went to sleep he was going to be in love. Maybe he wasn’t yet, but he was pretty damn close.

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Chapter Two Jamie propped his feet up on the end of the couch, turning over the small business card in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. God bless Maria, she’d worked over Nathan’s business companions like the pro she was and it hadn’t taken more than a quick phone call to get Nathan’s number. He’d held off for a day, knowing Nathan would have been busy with his meetings the day after they met, but Jamie wasn’t willing to wait any longer. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed. “Mr. Daniels’ office,” the cheery female voice chirped in his ear. “Is he in?” Jamie didn’t identify himself, he’d learned long ago that as long as you acted like you belonged somewhere, sounded like you did, it was easy as pie to breeze into places you wouldn’t get otherwise. “Yes sir, may I tell him who’s calling?” Easy as pie, Jamie thought. “He’s expecting my call, thank you.” The next thing he heard was a series of clicks and then the quiet, liquid velvet voice he remembered so well. “Nathan Daniels speaking.” “Miss me, honey?” There was silence on the end of the line and Jamie chuckled. “Have I rendered you speechless? If that isn’t an ego boost.” The laugh in his ear was warm and husky, and sent ripples of sensation down Jamie’s spine. “You’ve rendered me more than speechless, Jamie. Do I even want to know how you got this number?” Jamie grinned. “Probably not. Are you going to answer my question?”

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Another pause, slightly longer this time. “Yes, I missed you. Happy?” There was both warmth and a tart amusement to his tone that made Jamie grin even wider. “Ecstatic. I missed you too, for the record.” He had too, it was crazy. Jamie hadn’t ever had anyone occupy his thoughts like this, and after so little. A drink, a meal and a walk home and Jamie was wrapped ever-so firmly around the little finger of one Mr. Nathan Daniels. It’d taken all of his willpower to resist calling yesterday and to wait until now. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.” Oh, not even close, Jamie thought. Since he’d left Nathan at his door he’d either replayed that night in his mind or imagined what their date Saturday was going to be like. After a moment of silence, Jamie could hear the smile in Nathan’s voice when he spoke. “I was wondering when you were going to call.” “I thought I’d build up the anticipation,” Jamie teased. “Make you want me more.” “You’ve succeeded. What are you doing right now?” “Procrastinating. I should be cleaning before I have to go to work tonight, but I have zero interest.” Jamie’s voice lowered and he grinned, shifting the phone to the other ear to lean back on the couch as anticipation coiled in his stomach. “Now I’m hoping you have somethin’ much more interesting in mind.” “How about meeting me for lunch?” There was a tone in Nathan’s voice Jamie couldn’t miss. Jamie paused, then pushed to his feet, already reaching for his wallet. “Your place or mine?” “Mine, since you already know where it is. I can be there in half an hour.” “I’ll be waiting.” He flipped the phone shut and pushed to his feet, grabbing his jacket and tucking his phone inside. His heart thudded in anticipation. He’d walked away that first night

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and he knew he’d made his point when he had. He wouldn’t be walking away again. Time to make that point just as clear.

***** Jamie was leaning against the wall beside Nathan’s door, his jacket draped over his arm when the elevator dinged and Jamie’s head turned. He watched with a slow smile as the doors slid open and Nathan stepped out carrying his own coat, noting with amusement how his step faltered slightly and a flush tinted the tips of his ears before he seemed to gather himself and approached. Oh no, beautiful, no gathering yourself. Jamie pushed away from the wall, not saying anything until Nathan stopped in front of him, and then it was a simple “Hey”. He reached down and took the keys from Nathan’s trembling fingers and unlocked the door. He knew what his prim, proper and oh-so sensual underneath it all Nathan needed and Jamie was going to give it to him. He turned to face Nathan and slid an arm around his waist, a wicked smile curving his lips as he drew him back into the apartment, then pushed the door shut, pinning Nathan against it. The coat and jacket fell unnoticed to the floor. “Now I get to really greet ya, honey.” He claimed those soft lips and Jamie had the thought he could kiss this man for an eternity and not be satisfied. There was an urgency to this kiss the others had lacked, though Jamie kept it just as slow, just as thorough. Nathan’s arms twined around his neck and one long leg slid up to hook around his thigh. All of Jamie’s attention focused on those connections, Nathan wrapping himself around him, the subtle pliancy to his lips, the way he melted against him. It all screamed “Take me, I’m yours” and Jamie wasn’t about to ignore the blatant offering. One hand slid down the outside of Nathan’s leg, sliding under to hold him close. The other hand slid upward to curl at his nape, feeling the fine hairs tickling his fingertips. He tilted his head to allow better access to those eagerly parting lips. Jamie was burning up and this man held the match.

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Nathan was trapped between the door and Jamie’s hard body and Jamie knew they ought to move. This was not where he intended on taking Nathan for the first time. It would, however, do just fine for kissing him absolutely breathless. When Jamie broke the kiss, Nathan let out a small moan that set Jamie’s blood on fire, his lover’s eyelids heavy as they opened and he looked up at Jamie through his lashes. “Damn, that was better than I remembered.” Jamie smiled. “And we’re only getting started, honey.”

Nathan’s eyes fluttered shut as Jamie bent his head and kissed along his jaw. He arched his neck and sighed as Jamie took the invitation and nibbled. Electric shivers raced up and down his spine. He wanted to hurry and strip them both, but at the same time enjoying the sensual pace. His body was alive, that was the only way to describe it. He was on fire, inside and out, and somehow he knew sex with Jamie wasn’t going to quench it. If anything, it was going to make it burn hotter. Nathan’s hands slid over Jamie’s ribs, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. He groaned again, turning his head, capturing Jamie’s lips and melting as the other man took control again, kissing him with an intensity that left him dizzy. Nathan’s fingers traced over Jamie’s abdomen, mapping the hard ridges of a sixpack, feeling the strength of the other man’s arms as he held him. He felt safe in Jamie’s arms, which was always something he’d sought to give his lovers, not the other way around. He found he liked the turnaround. It was almost amusing. Some people would take one look at Jamie’s appearance and dismiss him as a troublemaker or worse, but one real look in those green eyes and they’d find a different story. One that Nathan had found and wanted to keep locked up inside him, cherishing it forever.

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When Jamie lifted his head again, Nathan’s lips felt swollen, his body was raging and Nathan realized he was falling in love. Jamie’s thumb ran over his lips and Nathan met his intent gaze, his tongue coming out to lick the tip as it passed. Jamie groaned, the way he responded to such little gestures surprising Nathan and then the other man grinned as if reading his mind. Jamie stepped back, taking Nathan’s hand and glanced around before heading for the short hall that led to Nathan’s bedroom. Nathan indicated his door and Jamie nudged it open, smiling as his eyes swept the room with the neatly made bed, clean floor and uncluttered desk in the corner. Nathan wondered what Jamie thought of it, probably that he needed a life. It was strange to have somebody he barely knew in his personal space instead of meeting him at a hotel somewhere. It had been impossible to get Jamie out of his mind since Jamie had left him at his door. Nathan had either replayed that night in his mind or imagined what their next meeting would be like. And now he was over analyzing again and most likely fretting over nothing. Jamie pulled him close again and ran one hand down his spine, bending to nuzzle his lips. “You’re worryin’ for nothing, honey, whatever it is you’re worrying about.” Nathan relaxed and shook his head, with a breathless sigh. “I’m not worrying.” Jamie chuckled and drew him back with him toward the bed. “Good, ain’t nothing to worry about.” He brought his hands up and began to slowly unbutton Nathan’s crisp dress shirt, nibbling at his lower lip. The sensation of Jamie’s knuckles brushing his skin as he undressed him made Nathan’s stomach leap and when Jamie tugged the shirt free of Nathan’s pants, he was breathless. Jamie splayed his fingers on Nathan’s abdomen, eyes closing with a soft exhalation, and captured his lips. Nathan wasn’t going to get a grip on his racing heart anytime soon, not with Jamie’s mouth hungry on his. It fed the need in him even as their hands continued to explore. As much as they wanted each other, they held it in check and he knew Jamie wanted to take this first time as slowly as he did. He wanted to be able to look back and

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remember each moment clearly and not have it lost in a heated flash. There would be time later for such encounters and he looked forward to them as well. Jamie’s hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders, stripping his shirt from him, tugging when it reached his wrists before freeing him from it and dropping the shirt on the floor. Nathan was lightheaded with anticipation when he realized he would finally get to see just how far Jamie’s tattoo extended. He stepped back and smiled at Jamie as he lifted the t-shirt over his lover’s head. His eyes dropped and his breath caught. The dragon’s body flowed down over Jamie’s shoulder, emerald green with highlights of blue and red swirling within it, the body ending in a curve around his right pec as the tail went on to curl around the opposite nipple. Damn, it was even hotter than he’d imagined. Nathan traced his finger over the tail, groaning when Jamie’s nipple tightened in response. “I don’t think I have to tell you how hot that is,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet Jamie’s. “Why don’t you tell me anyway, honey.” There was a sensual challenge there and Nathan battled with his blush. “When I first saw it, I wanted to see how far it went. I wanted to trace the path with my tongue.” There was part of him that couldn’t believe he was saying this to a man he barely knew, though he couldn’t stop the words if he tried. He bent his head and took Jamie’s nipple between his teeth, nipping and wrapping his arms around Jamie’s waist as he groaned. Jamie shifted to lower back onto the bed, bringing Nathan with him, who didn’t pause in his intent trail of wet heat on Jamie’s chest. He crouched half clothed over him, licking him like an ice-cream cone on a summer afternoon. Ice cream was never this decadent, though, and Nathan couldn’t stop flicking his tongue over the elaborate pattern of colors as he made good on his fantasy. Jamie’s hand sank into his hair, not guiding him, but more as if he wanted to touch, the other hand roaming Nathan’s bare back. Those hands continued to explore, even

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tracing out the hint of extra flesh that was starting to peek out despite Nathan’s best efforts. “Damn, you have a wicked tongue, love.” Nathan glanced up through his lashes, a bit startled, since no one had ever told him he’d had a wicked anything. Maybe Jamie brought it out in him. Jamie met his gaze, smiling. “Don’t look so surprised, honey. It’s comin’ and we both know it.” He tugged Nathan up to stretch out atop him and nuzzled at his lips. “This is just the beginning, the end’s nowhere in sight.” Nathan wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not, but perhaps there was a hint of vulnerability in Jamie’s eyes, of uncertainty after he said that. His heart pounded. Jamie wanted more from him than Nathan had given any man before, and instead of scaring him, it exhilarated him. It was insane, or should be. They didn’t know each other, but it felt more right and real than anything in a long time. Nathan had the sudden thought he wanted to introduce Jamie to everyone in his life as his man. Maybe it wasn’t such a crazy idea. It was right. He smiled and rubbed his nose against Jamie’s as the other man nuzzled at his lips again. “It’s going to be a hell of a ride along the way.” He nibbled back, his eyes intent on Jamie’s, their lips barely touching as their tongues stretched out to meet, tasting before retreating again. Jamie nodded and Nathan settled his weight against Jamie’s body, his hand stroking over muscled ribs. The slow pace was driving him mad, but he wouldn’t speed it up either. He fed off Jamie’s kiss, sliding his hand under the small of his back, pressing his body even closer. This wasn’t going to be enough. Nathan wished Jamie didn’t have to go to work tonight, because he wanted to keep him here in his bed as long as possible. Jamie’s skin underneath his fingertips was fiery hot, searing him until Nathan was sure he would always remember the way he felt under his touch. Nathan never

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intended on letting him go, the thought was both tender and fierce at the same time, which seemed to fit the sweet ache in his chest. Jamie’s hands settled low on Nathan’s back, long fingers dipping under the waist of his pants. The brush of Jamie’s fingertips over the barrier of boxers had Nathan eager to for more and when Jamie broke their kiss, Nathan groaned in loss. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” Jamie smiled up at him. Nathan arched a brow in amusement at the proclamation and desire replaced it in a hot rush. He wanted Jamie to strip him naked until there wasn’t a damn part of him that wasn’t bare to his lover’s eyes. “Then you really should remedy that, shouldn’t you?” he said, his voice rough. Jamie took the open invitation and rolled Nathan onto his back. As Jamie rose up on his knees, straddling one of Nathan’s thighs, his gaze lingered in a way that Nathan found both charming and exciting. Jamie’s hands followed the path his eyes took and he unbuckled Nathan’s belt, sliding it from the loops and eyeing it with interest before chuckling and tossing it aside. “What’s that look for?” Nathan asked, his voice breathless. There had been a certain naughty intent in those green eyes that made a curl of hot desire pool in his stomach. “Just thinking I’d much rather warm your pretty ass with my hand.” Once again, Jamie managed to startle Nathan, especially with how matter-of-fact his voice had been. Jamie laughed and continued unfastening his pants. He hooked his fingers in the empty belt loops and tugged them down, breath catching when Nathan lifted his hips to help him. Nathan’s thoughts were still whirling with the idea of Jamie spanking him. His little fantasy was interrupted when Jamie bent his head to nuzzle his nose against Nathan’s boxers. Nathan drew in a sharp intake of breath as his cock leapt against Jamie’s cheek. It was the most erotic sight, Jamie kneeling between his thighs, his dark hair standing up in spikes as he turned his head to mouth Nathan’s cock through the tented fabric.

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Nathan moaned his head falling back onto the pillows, his hips shifting as moist heat fanned through the silk. He was going to crawl out of his skin before this encounter was over. Nathan wanted to know how Jamie’s tongue ring would feel on him. He wanted to see what Jamie looked like naked, wanted to experience the sensation of Jamie pushing into him and he wanted it all now. Nathan looked down at Jamie again, his hand coming up to caress the side of the other man’s face. Their eyes met and Nathan’s breath caught at the promise he saw there. He lifted his hips as Jamie slid his boxers off, his nails scraping Nathan’s skin in a way which made him tremble. His own cock throbbed against his stomach and Nathan didn’t think he’d ever been consumed like this before. “Goddamn, Jamie, you’re driving me insane.” “I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet, honey,” Jamie said, his palms rubbing Nathan’s thighs in slow circles. Jamie started to settle between Nathan’s thighs again when Nathan stopped him by leaning up and laying a hand on his shoulder. “Wait.” He smiled at Jamie’s curious look. “Now you’re wearing too many clothes.” He rose up onto his hands and knees, crawling down the bed and popped open the button to his faded jeans. “Allow me, dearling.” Jamie rolled onto his back. “I’m all yours.” Damn right he was. Nathan chuckled at the surge of possessiveness he felt and tugged down Jamie’s zipper, his eyes widening as he saw Jamie’s bare cock straining against the opening. “What can I say?” Jamie said, smirking. “Easy access.” “Incorrigible.” Nathan wrapped his hand around the hot, heavy length and stroked, groaning as Jamie lifted his hips. He couldn’t get over him, how he looked, how he tasted. With regret he let go of Jamie’s cock so he could tug off his shoes and toss Jamie’s jeans down with the rest of their discarded clothing. 30

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Jamie sat up and reached for him, dragging Nathan into his lap, his hands coming down to cup his ass. His voice was rough as he leaned in and nipped Nathan’s lower lip. “Touch me again, honey. I want your hands all over me.” Nathan was more than eager and Jamie groaned as he obeyed, hands coming down to caress Jamie’s shoulders and down his back. Jamie was a sensual delight from the way his muscles flowed and tightened from his touch, to the hot, husky sound of his voice. Jamie slid his hands down Nathan’s thighs, back up to curl at his hips and his lover shuddered when their cocks brushed. “Oh fuck,” Jamie murmured, reaching one hand down between them to curl his fingers around both their cocks and rocking his hips. Nathan’s eyes fluttered shut from the sweet, maddening friction. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Nathan’s eyes popped open again as he looked at Jamie with incredulousness, though he could tell Jamie meant it. He didn’t consider himself beautiful, but the way Jamie’s eyes lingered on him made him feel so. “C’mere…” Jamie rolled with Nathan, pinning him back to the bed, and Jamie dipped his head to trail his tongue along Nathan’s collarbone. “I’m gonna taste every inch of you, Nathan, until I can’t ever get the flavor of you out of my mouth.” Nathan shuddered and nodded. He wasn’t sure if Jamie had seen his agreement or not and the words had caught in his throat. Jamie’s mouth continued to tease his collarbone, his tongue tracing back and forth, his lips nibbling at the hollow of his throat. He slid his hands around to Jamie’s chest, his fingers following the outline of Jamie’s tattoo as the other man’s mouth moved lower, leaving a hot, wet trail in its wake. Jamie’s mouth closed around his nipple and Nathan jolted, strangling the sound in the back of his throat.

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Nathan found Jamie’s nipple as well, long fingers tweaking it into a hard nub. Jamie sucked harder, his tongue rubbing, his teeth worrying until Nathan thought he was going to burst out of his skin. His free hand raked through Jamie’s hair and his body moved against the other man’s. “Don’t stop,” he gasped as Jamie lifted his head. He looked down and his nipple, swollen and wet, puckered tight. Jamie grinned and dropped his mouth to Nathan’s other nipple. Nathan raked his nails down Jamie’s spine, feeling a rush of primal satisfaction as the other man trembled, then growled. He did it again, then reached down to grip Jamie’s muscled ass, squeezing. He ceased thinking. He just wanted to revel in the experience, because the sensations were coming so fast, he thought he might overload. Nathan rubbed his foot against Jamie’s calf, starting to move his toes up over his body. “That feels so good, love,” he moaned, arching as Jamie released his other nipple. Jamie skimmed his hands down Nathan’s sides and he arched in response, loving the way those calloused palms stroked his body. Jamie’s mouth lowered again and this time traced a wandering path down over Nathan’s rib cage, down one side to nip at his waist before feathering across his stomach to work a way up the other side. Jamie’s breath fanned and stroked over his skin in its own intimate caress. “And you taste so damn good, honey.” Jamie shifted up to claim his lips one more time before resuming his quest to taste every inch of him, slinking down the center of Nathan’s torso to nibble at his belly button and lower. Nathan watched Jamie’s progress with breathless anticipation, savoring the Jamie’s lingering taste on his lips. When Nathan’s cock brushed Jamie’s cheek, his lover turned his face and pressed a kiss to it. A strangled sound caught in Nathan’s throat and Jamie’s eyes glinted. “What about here, my sweet love? Want me to taste you here too?”

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Nathan nodded helplessly and Jamie smiled, tongue flicking over the flushed tip. “Couldn’t hear ya, Nathan.” Nathan bucked his hips hard, groaning roughly. Jamie knew what he wanted. Still, having to say it out loud gave Nathan a rush of excitement. “Evil. Yes, there, please.” To his relief, Jamie didn’t tease him any longer. One hand closed around the shaft and lifted Nathan’s cock to his mouth, his tongue dragging the heated length of it. Jamie slid his lips up to close over the head and groaned low, the subtle vibration sending a shock of lust through Nathan. Nathan gasped, sliding his hands up and down Jamie’s arms. “Oh god, yeah, dearling, like that.” He propped himself up on his elbows, enthralled as Jamie’s mouth sank lower over his cock. He’d never had a lover with a tongue piercing before and it didn’t feel like he’d expected it to. He’d expected the impression to be sharper, but it was more like a hard little nudge of sensation moving in a maddening dance. He spread his thighs wider, drawing deep breaths to steady himself. It was so new and overwhelming, not the sensation of someone going down on him, but because it was Jamie and somehow it made all the difference in the world. “Jamie…Jamie, dearling.” He waited until Jamie looked up at him. “I want to taste you too.” His jaws ached for the want of it. Jamie nodded and drew off him with one last flick of his tongue. They moved at the same time, Jamie rolling over onto his side and Nathan laying himself beside him. He groaned, breathing in Jamie’s musk as the other man didn’t hesitate, his hand wrapping around Nathan’s cock to guide it into his mouth. Nathan cocked his leg up as wet heat enveloped him again and Jamie began to bob his head. He kissed the head of Jamie’s flushed cock, his fingers moving to cup his balls, kneading them with a gentle touch of his fingers. He drew his tongue across tip of his cock, teasing the slit. Jamie tasted new and familiar at the same time. He slid his hand around to Jamie’s ass, pressing him closer. Nathan’s mouth sank lower as he did, beginning to move in rhythm with Jamie, moaning. 33

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Jamie’s movements on his own cock faltered for a moment as he shuddered and Nathan’s cock twitched against his tongue as the stud pressed against his shaft. Then Jamie seemed to remember what he was doing, his mouth sinking over him again, drawing him in deeper. Jamie’s hands touched Nathan everywhere he could reach, every inch exposed and vulnerable, and Nathan couldn’t get enough. His lover slipped one hand between Nathan’s spread thighs and skimmed his fingers down the cleft of Nathan’s ass. Oh god, yes. Nathan shuddered, savoring the hot, musky taste of Jamie’s cock, even as Jamie’s fingers moved closer to his entrance. Nathan sucked harder in response and was rewarded with the stronger, saltier taste of Jamie’s pre-come as a desperate shudder racked him. Jamie chuckled in his throat before letting Nathan’s cock slip from his mouth as he rolled onto his back again, with Nathan above him. Jamie brought both hands up to grip the globes of his ass and Nathan paused with his lips wrapped firmly around Jamie’s shaft. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Jamie spread his cheeks and blew across his entrance. Nathan whimpered, trembling hard as Jamie chuckled again. “Don’t stop now, honey. Just let me love you.” Jamie pressed a kiss to one cheek before his tongue slid out and lapped over Nathan’s entrance. The rough drag of Jamie’s tongue was almost Nathan’s undoing and his moan was frantic as his hips bucked and he shook harder. That wicked tongue flicked again, hands settling on Nathan’s hips as Jamie seemed perfectly content to devour Nathan and drive him out of his mind in the process. Lips kissed and fingers curled harder into Nathan’s flesh and at that moment Jamie owned him. He could suggest just about anything and Nathan was certain he’d agree. His muscles were liquid and he was unsteady as Jamie continued to tease him. His lover’s hands kept Nathan’s hips immobile as he set every nerve ending on fire one by one. He couldn’t stop trembling or remember the last time someone had gotten him this worked up.

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Jamie’s cock throbbed in his mouth and Nathan slowed his movements, savoring the torment he was both receiving and inflicting. He liked the way Jamie tasted, the way he fit in his mouth and nudged against the back of his throat. Nathan concentrated on pleasing Jamie, not wanting his own pleasure to overwhelm his control. Jamie kept murmuring to him, soft husky sounds which flowed over his skin. Some of it didn’t register, but the words made him warm in a way which had nothing to do with passion. He drew his mouth off, hearing Jamie’s groan and looked down between their bodies. Jamie’s hand stroked his lower back, then he shifted so their eyes met. “I want you,” Nathan whispered. He meant the sex, but he also meant more and didn’t know how to express it. How could he say to this man he hardly knew that he wanted him to stay, because he was certain his forever was with him? Jamie seemed to understand, because he wrapped his arms around Nathan’s waist and rolled him onto his back before turning around to take him in his arms. He kissed him and Nathan melted into the pillows, holding Jamie close. It was right there, in the way he kissed him, that told Nathan his lover felt the same way. He didn’t think it could get any more perfect than this. Then Jamie threaded his fingers in Nathan’s hair and his other hand started moving over Nathan’s body, worshiping him with his touch, and Nathan realized how wrong he had been. It could get better. Jamie broke the kiss and smiled, his green eyes almost entranced. It warmed Nathan all over in a whole other way, as if they recognized without words that this was a special moment. Somehow they communicated the sentiment to each other. It made Nathan’s desires within him war. A part of him wanted Jamie to pin him, ravish him and devour him, so Nathan could willingly succumb to it, knowing he was safe. Another part of him wanted to gather Jamie close just like this, cherish him as Jamie made slow, gentle love to him.

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Nathan sensed the same dual desires in Jamie. It didn’t matter which, though, there would be other times to savor both. Nathan had his answer before his lover even spoke when Jamie skimmed one hand down Nathan’s side to curl on his hip and smiled. “We have all kinds of time, honey. I’m not gonna be letting you go anytime soon.” Green eyes said it would be never. “Where’s your lube?” Nathan nodded in the direction of his nightstand and Jamie reached over to rummage one-handed in the drawer, nibbling kisses along Nathan’s jaw and neck as he did. Nathan heard the sound of the cap popping and his heart skipped a beat. He watched as Jamie slicked his fingers before reaching down between Nathan’s thighs and dipping back to stroke over his entrance, one finger sinking inside. Nathan sighed, letting his thighs fall open wider. His eyes caressed Jamie’s face as the other man looked down between their bodies, his expression rapt. Nathan rocked his hips, meeting Jamie’s slow thrusts, sighing again as he pushed another finger into him. “That feels good.” Jamie flashed him a grin. “Oh, it’s gonna get much better, honey.” Nathan had no doubt. He lifted his hips again, smiling as their cocks rubbed together and Jamie’s breath caught. Every little touch sent ripples through him. He slid his hands over Jamie’s chest, his lover’s nipples tightening against his palms. Jamie kissed his jaw, then nestled his face against Nathan’s neck, nuzzling his throat as he fingered him. Nathan jolted and groaned as Jamie’s fingers found his spot, the sensation electric. Jamie’s lips curved against his skin as deft fingers pressed again, massaging. Nathan’s hips moved of their own volition. He couldn’t keep them still if he tried. Jamie’s thrusts paused and Nathan groaned as another finger worked into him. He loved the feeling of being stretched, loved the way it made his bones melt and he couldn’t wait to add the sensation of being filled by Jamie to it. He moved his head back

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and turned his face toward Jamie’s, brushing his lips against the other man’s, their tongues lazy as they tasted each other. Jamie’s weight shifted and he drew his fingers out, lifting his head and meeting Nathan’s eyes. Nathan didn’t like the sensation of sudden aching emptiness. He reached over impatiently to his nightstand and tugged the drawer open as Jamie’s lips worked wicked magic on his neck. Fumbling, he grabbed a condom and pressed it into Jamie’s hand, breathless with anticipation. He drew his knees up on either side of Jamie’s hips and lifted his body against him. “Jamie,” he whispered, sliding his hand between their bodies and wrapping it around Jamie’s cock to guide it into him. If Nathan could take a snapshot of this moment, he would and hold it in his mind until his dying day.

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eyes off the man beneath him, drinking in every flicker of emotion across his expressive face. Jamie got the impression that Nathan didn’t let many see him so open and unguarded, and Jamie cherished the gift of vulnerability. He vowed to never break the trust Nathan was giving him. Jamie bent and nibbled his sweet lips, tongue sweeping across them, but not dipping inside. “You feel like heaven.” There was an unmistakable smile in Jamie’s voice and he heard the same in Nathan’s when he replied. “What’s a sinner like you doing in heaven, dearling?” Amusement and tenderness laced his seductive tone. “Stealing an angel, that’s what.” Nathan chuckled. “More like seducing. You can’t steal the willing.” Jamie smiled and melted a little when Nathan ran his fingers through his hair. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, turning their skin golden as they moved together. Jamie was sure he’d never seen anything as beautiful as the man beneath him and it had nothing at all to do with the way Nathan looked. Nathan wrapped his legs around Jamie’s waist and reached a hand up to cup his cheek, lifting his head to kiss him. It was dizzying. It was as if his lover was pouring his soul into the kiss and Jamie willingly gave him the same in return, their tongues tangling sensually as Nathan pulled Jamie closer, so there was no space between them as they moved together. “I’m not gonna let you go,” Jamie said as their lips parted. Nathan’s eyes fluttered open and his arms tightened as his hands stroked the small of Jamie’s back. “Good, don’t.” He unwrapped his arms to cup Jamie’s face and to brush his finger over Jamie’s lips as he smiled. Jamie’s heart flipped inside his chest and it felt so right.

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He laced their hands together and Nathan groaned, holding on, breath coming faster against Jamie’s face as he thrust harder. The blood in his veins was going to ignite if it got any better. Then Jamie shifted and when his cock swept his spot, Nathan whimpered. That tiny sound had Jamie’s head spinning. “Yeah, just like that.” Nathan’s whiskey tone was breathy, shivering down Jamie’s spine. “Just like this, honey?” His own voice was husky against Nathan’s ear and he drew the soft lobe into his mouth, grinning as Nathan groaned. “Yeah, god, yes.” Nathan’s face was screwed up in pleasure and when Jamie released his hands, he latched on to Jamie’s shoulders and dug his fingers in. “Oh god, Jamie, just a little harder.” Jamie wasn’t about to turn down a delicious request like that and complied, groaning when Nathan cried out. Lord, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing, that sensual voice asking for what he wanted, exactly the way he wanted it. Jamie wouldn’t have pegged Nathan as one to demand and be vocal, but he was pleased to be proven wrong. Jamie thought he’d give him anything he asked for if he’d just ask in that tone, all whispered seduction and need. “Anything you want, love, anything.” Jamie sucked on his full lower lip, tasting the short, pleasured cries Nathan gave as Jamie drove into him, soaking in every tremor rippling through him. Jamie grinned. “Clench for me, baby.” Nathan did and Jamie growled. “Oh fuck, yeah.” That was even better, it worked both ways and Jamie could barely breathe with the force of the emotions sweeping through him. It was overwhelming. He hadn’t expected to find his other half this week and it had him reeling every time it was confirmed with brilliant clarity. Jamie slid one hand down to catch one of Nathan’s legs behind the knee and lifted it up, closer to his chest, opening him wider. His eyes drifted shut with a rough moan as he sank even deeper. Jamie turned his head to press a kiss to the inside of Nathan’s knee, the skin scorching hot against his lips, smooth as silk and damp with sweat. 39

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Their bodies were slick now, sliding erotically and sometimes a bit awkwardly against each other, but it was nothing short of beautiful, right down to the sexy, obscene sounds their bodies made, flesh slapping against flesh, lips sucking on salty-sweet skin. It was unspeakably perfect and flawed at the same time. Jamie snapped his hips harder, his free hand braced on the mattress and fisted in the once-pristine covers as he picked up the pace, eyes narrowing and meeting Nathan’s, refusing to look away. He wanted to see it all, it was like a drug in his veins, drugs he hadn’t touched since he was a lot younger and much stupider and this was better than any of them, all of them put together. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Pretty, dirty baby. All mine.” Nathan grinned and nodded. “All yours.” Jamie’s heartbeat stuttered as the words fell from Nathan’s lips. He wanted that, he realized, this beautiful man with his warm eyes and sweet smile to be all his. And then he forgot how to think as Nathan slipped his other leg up over Jamie’s shoulder, supporting their weight on his upper back, his muscles probably straining in the position, but damn, it was perfect, because Jamie was now able to push into him so deep he didn’t think he was going to lose the sensation for a long, long time. He groaned when Nathan clenched again. “Want me to touch myself?” Jamie could only growl in answer, too turned-on by the idea and the sensations already sweeping through him to speak. He must have made his answer clear enough, because Nathan gave him a devastatingly sexy smile and reached between their bodies to wrap his hand around his cock, moaning as he began to stroke. Jamie’s eyes broke away from his and glanced down. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that’s a hot sight, honey,” he said, his voice rough. “I thought you’d like it.” Nathan paused, circling his thumb over the head of his cock before stroking again, arching toward Jamie. His other hand caressed his chest, tweaking his own nipple until he was writhing underneath Jamie. 40

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Jamie watched, drinking in the way he moved and the erotic vision he made, shaking his head with a low laugh. “I think you’re a very dangerous man, Nathan Daniels.” Jamie’s hips thrust faster as the pleasure built, surging into Nathan hard enough now that the bed rocked, the headboard slapping against the wall. Nathan caught Jamie’s face between his hands suddenly, their eyes meeting, and the look in stormy gray was fierce and loving. “All yours, Jamie,” he repeated, lifting his head, his eyes gleaming in challenge. “Claim me, dearling. You know you want to.” Jamie’s breath caught in his lungs at the blatant challenge. He reached down to drag both of Nathan’s hands up above his head and pin them there with one, the other sliding between them to pick up the tight stroking of that beautiful cock. “I am claiming you, honey. By the time I’m done, nobody, least of all you and me, is gonna doubt who you belong to.” Oh, how Nathan reacted to that, writhing and whimpering. The man melted him in a hundred different ways and Jamie’s fingers tightened, both around his wrists and cock. His mouth came down hard on his lover’s, kissing him possessively before breaking away to slide down his arched neck and latching on. He nipped the tender flesh and Nathan’s moans and sharp cries vibrated against his lips. “All…mine…” He groaned, tongue sweeping across Nathan’s wildly fluttering pulse and his lips connected there, sucking hard, teeth scraping. Nathan arched hard and trembled against him as Jamie left his mark. When he lifted his head and saw the dark red bruise, Jamie growled again and his eyes met hooded, smoky gray, his own narrowing. “You gonna come for me, beautiful? I wanna see it, wanna watch you fall apart just for me.” Jamie’s own orgasm wasn’t far off. It was curling in his gut and knew he wasn’t going to hold out much longer, but fuck, he wanted to see Nathan come, wanted to

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watch that beautiful body twist and arch and see his expression when he shattered in Jamie’s arms. Nathan nodded, the nearing orgasm making his eyes spark with a silver fire. “Yeah, I’m going to, dearling.” Jamie’s eyes bored into him, as if he could strip away every layer and exposing who he really was. He wanted to know this man, everything about him inside and out, and he had the instinct that what he found would rival anything he’d ever come across before. No words were necessary between them as Jamie squeezed his lover’s cock and Nathan shuddered, crying out, his body bucking as he came. It was as gorgeous as Jamie had thought it would be, almost as if the world slowed down just to watch Nathan finding his pleasure. Still Jamie continued to snap his hips until Nathan was trembling and whimpering with every thrust, unable to do anything but take everything Jamie had to give him. The pleasure was insane, maddening, every clench of Nathan’s passage around him surging Jamie closer to his own orgasm and part of him wished he didn’t have to come at all, just because it felt so good there hovering on the edge. But in the end his body won and a tight clench from Nathan sent him right over the edge, growling. He sagged after a moment, nuzzling his face into Nathan’s damp, warm neck, catching his breath as best he could. When he did lift his head and met Nathan’s eyes, Jamie was hard-pressed to remember why he ought to move at all. Then Nathan clenched one last time and he groaned roughly. “Wicked.” And got a chuckle in response. They were tangled together, Nathan’s legs limp over Jamie’s shoulder and the crook of his arm and Jamie’s hand remained locked around his lover’s wrists. He was reluctant to move, but Nathan seemed to want to, his legs easing down and he groaned as his body uncoiled. Jamie smiled and released his hands as well after Nathan tugged 42

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lightly to indicate he wanted them free. Jamie certainly didn’t regret doing so when Nathan then wrapped himself around him and burrowed into his neck with a contented sigh. Jamie turned to his side, holding Nathan close. Again, no words were needed between them, it was all very clear, if unspoken. After a long while, Nathan broke the silence. “You’re mine as well, Jamie,” he said, nipping his collarbone with a hard sting of his teeth. Jamie shuddered and grinned, nodding. “Oh yes, honey, I’m all yours.” He chuckled roughly and tilted his head to allow for better access. “You gonna mark me too?” Jamie almost hoped he would, there was something very primal about the idea of matching marks. Nathan couldn’t seem to resist the temptation. His soft lips latched on to the nontattooed side of Jamie’s neck and Jamie’s cock leapt at the sensation of flesh sucked hard, blood drawn to the surface and the possessiveness he could sense in Nathan as he did it. Not to mention the satisfied sound Nathan made when he pulled back and admired his handiwork. Jamie chuckled again and rolled to his side, gathering Nathan close and stroking a hand down his sleek, sweaty back to settle at the base of his spine. “Satisfied, are you?” Nathan nodded with a wicked grin. “Very. Though I doubt for long, I think it will be quite some time before I’ve sated myself with you.” Jamie laughed and gave him a squeeze. “Good, ‘cause the feeling’s mutual.” He glanced at the clock. “I have a good five hours before I have to be at work, how about a shower and we see what we can do to kill the time?” Nathan’s eyes lit up and his smile was wanton and so beautiful, it took Jamie’s breath away. “I take that as a yes.” Jamie found his lips captured in a heart-melting kiss and Nathan murmured, “Oh yes, dearling, yes indeed.” His smile turned naughty and there was a gleam in his eyes. “I’d already asked my secretary to cover my conference call.”

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Chapter Three Nathan straightened the knot on his tie before stepping through the door of the Boiler Room. He was going to look out of place, but he wanted to surprise Jamie at work and he knew his lover went wild for him in a tie, for whatever reason, and that was more than enough of an excuse to keep it on. He scanned through the crowd of moving bodies for the bar. The music was loud, the lights were low and he had the unexpected thought that he’d like to get Jamie out on the dance floor. One week—well, actually, eight days—he’d known the man and he already occupied all his thoughts. He’d brought Jamie into his world. The play had been fun and Jamie hadn’t seemed the slightest bit self-conscious dressed up at the Kennedy Center. Now Nathan wanted to show his lover he could enjoy himself in Jamie’s element too. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel out of place as he moved through the crowd toward the bar. He’d forgotten it was Valentine’s Day and was reminded of it now. He’d never had a reason to recognize it before. The go-go dancers in their cages sported wings and occasionally shot suction-tipped arrows into the crowd of dancers. Shimmering red and silver hearts hung from the ceiling and smaller confetti pieces drifted like glittering red snow onto the dance floor. Nathan smiled, glad now that he’d decided to surprise Jamie. If he had his way, this would be the first of many Valentine’s Days they celebrated together. Nathan paused as he reached the threshold of the dance floor, barely noticing the couples moving back and forth jostling him or the tiny hearts, which dusted his shoulders and the tips of his shoes. God save him. Jamie stood behind the bar, oblivious to his presence, joking with one of the other bartenders as he concocted a drink. His chest was bare, the tattoo flowing over his skin as it reached up to kiss his neck. Jamie’s

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hair was spikier than normal in a way that made Nathan want to run his fingers through it. But what really tugged at Nathan’s self-control were the tight leather pants clinging to Jamie’s muscled thighs and ass. It was sinful. A space opened up at the bar and Nathan moved forward before it could be occupied. The music was somewhat muted here, but the sound of laughing, chatting men was almost as loud. Nathan sat down, his eyes caressing the contours of Jamie’s back. He had the almost irrepressible urge to reach across the counter to lay his hands on that oh-so perfect ass and declare for anybody to hear, “Mine”! The other bartender turned to him, asking him what he wanted as Jamie finished his transaction. Nathan reluctantly tore his eyes away, but pitched his voice loud enough to be heard by his lover. “A mojito, please.” Nathan’s heart sped up as he saw Jamie’s shoulders tighten in surprise and he couldn’t help the grin that came across his face as his lover turned toward him. He’d never believed in love at first sight, but since he met Jamie, he’d started to think anything was possible. Because when those widened green eyes met his and a grin spread across Jamie’s lips, Nathan was happier than he’d been since they parted that morning. There was a small red heart painted on Jamie’s left cheekbone and Nathan thought the incongruity of such a whimsical symbol on his dark, wickedly handsome lover was both endearing and arousing. Jamie reached over and laid a hand on the other bartender’s arm. “I got this one.” The bartender shrugged and moved on to another customer. Jamie slid up to Nathan’s spot and braced his hands on the bar top, giving him a wide smile. “Now you, honey, have the look of a man about to cause trouble. At least I certainly hope so.” Nathan smiled back and arched a brow. “I believe you’re the troublemaker of the two of us, Jamie. Did you save one of your arrows for me?”

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Jamie chuckled. “Only the go-go boys got arrows, beautiful. But I might be persuaded to steal one for you.” His lover’s eyes drifted down to Nathan’s lips and Nathan imagined he was thinking of leaning over to claim a kiss. Instead he began mixing the drink as his gaze roamed some more. “Nice tie.” Nathan was amused by the deliberately casual tone to Jamie’s voice and it must’ve shown on his face because Jamie’s eyes narrowed. “You wore it on purpose. And I’m the troublemaker?” Damn, Jamie read him so well. Nathan shrugged, knowing there was a slight flush to his cheeks now that he was caught in his ploy. Jamie made it clear just how sexy he thought Nathan was and Nathan didn’t quite know why the other man found him sexy at all. He also knew that Jamie enjoyed his reactions. He was certainly vocal enough about it. Jamie cast a quick glance around and then his gaze raked between Nathan’s eyes, lips and tie. “So, what brings you here? I thought you had a big conference or something tomorrow. Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty rest, honey?” Nathan shrugged again. “I’m coming to realize there are things more important than meetings. Like experiencing life, for example. Of course, I have a good teacher.” Jamie laughed and slid the drink in front of him, propping one elbow on the bar, chin in his hand. It made Nathan’s hands itch to touch him. “That so? Well then, I get a break in fifteen minutes, how about another lesson?” Nathan picked up the glass and saluted it toward Jamie. “It seems I have very good timing.” He wasn’t sure what Jamie had in mind, but he didn’t care as long as he got to touch him, kiss him hello. “Just as long as I don’t get you into trouble.” Jamie snickered. “Oh, but trouble is half the fun, honey. You’ll see.” He looked over his shoulder as another customer called to him. “You just sit right there, enjoy your mojito and ogle to your heart’s content. I won’t be long.” Nathan took a sip, his eyes trained on him as he walked off. He couldn’t help chuckling when Jamie started joking with the customer, a natural-born flirt. He tried to 47

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look away so he wouldn’t be obvious, but his eyes kept returning to Jamie as he worked the bar. With any of his previous lovers he would’ve been jealous to see him laughing like that, teasing another man with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. But it was different now. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, just that it was. A new bartender ducked behind the apron, taking Jamie’s spot. Anticipation fluttered in Nathan’s stomach as he drained the last of his drink. He couldn’t even begin to guess what Jamie had in mind. The practical side of him said it couldn’t be anything more than maybe a turn on the dance floor, but in the last week or so he’d learned that the mischief he saw in those green eyes promised much more than a dance and quick grope. Nathan slid off the stool and went around the counter, meeting Jamie as he emerged from behind the bar. His lover captured his hand and Nathan grinned, squeezing it and leaned up to press a quick kiss on Jamie’s lips. “So, where are we off to?” he asked as Jamie started to lead him through the crowd. “You’ll see,” Jamie promised, flashing him a smile over his shoulder. Nathan groaned under his breath, his cock twitching from anticipation and from just how damn good Jamie’s ass looked in those leather pants as he walked. “I can’t wait.”

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moans and low curses audible to go along with the hazy silhouettes of couples and sometimes more. Jamie turned to face his lover and gave Nathan a wicked grin, tugging him close and leaning back against the wall. Jamie slid one hand up to cup the back of his neck and dipped his head down. “Let’s make these fifteen minutes count, honey.” He claimed that lush mouth in a searing kiss, his other hand slipping down to splay on Nathan’s ass in those tailored pants. Lord, what he wouldn’t give for more time. The kiss broke after a minute and a thrill of pure lust shivered through Jamie when Nathan’s eyes opened, their faces very close together and he couldn’t miss the flash of desire, the briefest foreshadowing of what Nathan was going to do before his impeccably dressed lover loosened his tie and he sank to his knees. Jamie swore his own were on the verge of buckling. “Oh sweet Christ, honey…” He didn’t have any other words and thankfully none seemed necessary as Nathan bestowed a sweet, wicked smile on him. Nathan’s fingers were impatient as he undid the row of buttons on Jamie’s pants. He was apparently of the mind that if he only had fifteen minutes, he wasn’t going to waste time with pleasantries. Jamie’s cock was already hard as Nathan released it from the tight confines of the leather and Jamie bucked his hips at the first touch of those warm, smooth fingers wrapping around him. His breath caught in anticipation of an even warmer, wet mouth. He could smell the arousal on the air and it was intoxicating, setting a fire that only release would quench. “You drive me insane,” Nathan whispered and Jamie would have responded, but then Nathan kissed the head of his cock, sinking his mouth over it until it brushed against the back of his throat and Jamie forgot he knew how to speak. Jamie groaned, the muscles in his thighs trembling as he let the wall take more of his weight. Nathan massaged his thighs through the butter-soft leather before sliding his hands around to cup Jamie’s ass in his hands, squeezing as he began to bob his head. 49

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“You’re doing a fair job yourself, honey,” Jamie said, his voice breathless, dragging his fingers through Nathan’s hair. Nathan closed his eyes at the soft touch. Jamie’s heart tripped over itself, so in love with this man it hurt his chest to contain it all. He couldn’t speak, but he tried with touch and expression to tell Nathan everything he was feeling. He thought it worked, because Nathan’s smoky eyes gleamed in the dim light up at him. Jamie’s fingers tightened reflexively in his hair, encouraging him to move faster. Nathan relaxed his throat to take him deeper and Jamie bit back a hoarse cry. He didn’t know why something as simple as a blowjob, of which he’d had many in his lifetime, took on epic proportions of pleasure from Nathan. He was going to go back to his shift and be able to think of nothing but this. Nathan most likely knew it and thrilled at the knowledge. Jamie couldn’t hide the smile, thinking his lover was far more wicked beneath his façade than anyone would ever suspect. Nathan moaned then, glancing up through his lashes. Jamie met his eyes and the tension between them arced like something alive, fire licking along his skin and he knew Nathan felt it too, could see it in his eyes. “Fuck, honey, you’ve got a wicked mouth,” Jamie panted. “You know just how to use it.” Nathan’s response to that was to pull off long enough to lash the head of Jamie’s cock with his tongue before drawing him into his mouth again. His hands on Jamie’s ass urged him to move and Jamie didn’t resist the silent command, thrusting with his hips as Nathan took him in. It was heaven. Everything else ceased to exist but the two of them. Jamie could barely breathe and it didn’t matter. All he cared about was the heat of Nathan’s mouth, the exquisite suction and the look in his lover’s eyes as he stared up at him as if entranced by every reaction Jamie gave him.

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Jamie tried to keep it down, his moans bitten off and his growls kept locked in his throat, but as his orgasm neared, it became harder to muffle the instinctive sounds. He shuddered and rocked his hips harder. Jamie tightened his fingers in Nathan’s short, dark hair abruptly, drawing him off a bit so his cock rested on his lover’s lashing, wickedly hot tongue, Nathan’s lips wrapped hard around the head and Jamie’s muscles tightened, hips jerking as he came, long and hard. He registered nothing but Nathan, who was still sucking. Finally, he managed to ease his grip and looked down at his lover as Nathan drew his mouth off him and licked his lips. The move was so innately sexy it all but sent Jamie to his knees. Jamie gripped Nathan’s shoulders and tugged him up to his feet, jerking him close and claiming his mouth. He tasted himself and the spicy flavor that was just Nathan as they kissed, devouring his lover and cursing the four hours he had left in his shift. What he wouldn’t give to be able to pin Nathan to the wall and fuck him hard and fast. Jamie refused to leave Nathan unsatisfied, not caring if he’d be late returning from his break. He never broke the kiss as he slid one hand down and jerked open Nathan’s pants, reaching in and closing around his cock. His lover whimpered and bucked against him and Jamie began to stroke, tight and fast, kissing him with everything he had. Jamie wanted to feel Nathan come apart. He stroked faster as his lover shoved his pants down, presumably to avoid the embarrassment of walking out of the back room with come staining them. Jamie tightened his grip on Nathan’s cock. He broke the kiss enough to murmur huskily against his lips, “That’s it, baby. I want ya to come for me, Nathan, want to feel you lose your damn mind.” “Jesus, Jamie, it’s already gone,” Nathan panted, digging his fingers into Jamie’s shoulders. His sounds were stifled, but not completely and the strangled, muffled whimpers had Jamie growling against his lips. He was going to hear Nathan’s screams before the night was over, he promised himself that.

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Their lips met in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth and neither of them cared. Nathan cried out and Jamie murmured in encouragement as his lover came. Jamie’s hand was relentless, stroking hard and fast, drawing it out until Nathan was an incoherent mess, mewling against Jamie’s lips and relying on him to keep him from sagging to the floor. Oh, it was so sweet. When Jamie finally broke their kiss, Nathan chuckled, the sound shaky. “Okay, I was wrong. You could make me lose my mind again.” Jamie laughed too. “You’re damn right, honey.”

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Nathan bristled at the aspersions to Jamie’s character. The stab of fury turned to ice as he turned around to assess the other man. He was tall, almost as tall as Jamie, broadshouldered, but it was the eyes Nathan noticed, the way they regarded him with a disturbing intensity. “If you want to be technical about it, the stain was blood and was a symbol of the guilt Lady Macbeth felt. Since I have nothing to be guilty about, I’m not concerned,” Nathan said with cool disdain. What did worry him was the possibility, however remote, that this creep had been watching him and Jamie. He hoped it was only that he’d seen them emerge from the back room and was taking a stab, knowing what the room was used for. Nathan couldn’t let him get under his skin. “Don’t you think you’re clever,” the other man sneered, moving between Nathan and door. “I bet he’s got you doing things you’ve never dreamed of before.” Nathan’s mouth tightened and he kept his eyes on the intruder instead of looking toward the door just beyond him. “What Jamie has me doing is none of your business. As for how wild he is, I guess that doesn’t concern you either, does it?” By the quick flash of fury in the other man’s eyes he knew his jab had hit home. He wondered what Jamie’s relationship with this man had been, if there’d been one at all. The other man held up his hands. “I’m just giving you a bit of friendly advice. Wild boys like Jamie, they never stick around. You might want to keep that in mind.” Nathan smiled coldly. He took another paper towel and dried off his hands, then threw it away. “I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need advice. Certainly not when it concerns Jamie.” “We’ll see about that,” the other man said, a cruel smile on his lips. “He was mine once and with the way he flits around, he’ll be mine again. It’s only a matter of time.” He stepped to the side so Nathan could pass without impediment. “That’s my warning.” Nathan said nothing as he moved toward the door, though he was seething. He paused when the other man spoke again. 54

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“I bet he told you he never messes around with customers, didn’t he? How you’re the exception to his normal rule. Did he also tell you about the reputation he has? Did he tell you how many times he takes his ‘breaks’ in that back room? No, I don’t suppose he would have.” The man’s voice was taunting and Nathan curled his fingers into fists. He jerked the door open, trying to ignore the mocking laughter following him as he pushed his way out through the crowd. The club seemed to taunt him, hearts and cupids and lovers embracing. And one stranger had decided to throw it all in his face, as if he was a fool for believing Jamie’s pretty words. Was he? Nathan didn’t know. He needed to get out of there, somewhere he could think, could breathe, for god’s sake. Nathan tried not to hear the voice whispering in his mind that he’d known it was too good to be true all along. The voice that hissed at him, What were you thinking anyway? Men like that don’t fall for men like you. That wasn’t true. And neither were those stranger’s lies. The lies had the ring of someone who knew Jamie intimately, though, someone who’d been on the receiving end of the same sweet assurances. Nathan shook his head, tucking his jacket tighter as he hurried down the sidewalk, making it four blocks before he remembered he wasn’t close enough to walk home and hailed a cab. Jamie would clear this all up when he came by after work. Nathan refused to imagine how Jamie would be spending the rest of his breaks that evening. He refused. But the images wouldn’t go away.

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Chapter Four Jamie grinned as the elevator doors opened and he fished Nathan’s key out of his pocket. He’d been disappointed when Nathan had left without saying goodbye, but maybe it was for the best. Jamie would have been tempted to drag him to the back room again. He pictured Nathan in bed, naked and warm, and his steps quickened. He’d been thinking all night of wrapping himself around his lover and nibbling on the back of his neck until he woke. Jamie tried to be quiet as he unlocked the door and slipped through. He didn’t want to wake Nathan just yet, but saw immediately his efforts weren’t necessary when Nathan turned around on the couch to face him. “Hey, honey. I thought you were going to get some sleep,” Jamie said, closing the door behind him. He wasn’t sure what clued him in, maybe it was the lack of expression on Nathan’s face, but something was wrong. This was the first time since he’d met him that he couldn’t read Nathan’s eyes. It was like he’d been completely cut off. Nathan didn’t reply at first, then he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, moving over and gesturing for Jamie to sit beside him. “I need to ask you something,” he said, meeting Jamie’s eyes. Jamie sank down on the couch, his heart and stomach falling. He had no idea what had happened in the last four hours, but clearly something had. He felt like he’d done something wrong, broken some cardinal rule he didn’t know about. “Okay,” he said with a calm he didn’t feel. “Go ahead.” Nathan took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “That rule of yours…” He met Jamie’s eyes and for the first time since coming in, Jamie saw something other than a blank wall, but he couldn’t understand why Nathan would be uneasy with him. “The 56

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rule about not going home with customers, is it a hard-and-fast one or is it one you came up with because you’ve been burned in the past?” Jamie frowned, unnerved by the question. Where was this coming from? He knew he had to answer, it wasn’t an optional question, but his pride stung. He didn’t like being blindsided like this. It smacked of things he’d thought they were above. “Both. It was a rule that made sense from the get-go, but I was young when I started bartending and it didn’t last long. I reinstated it about a year ago after a not-sonice experience.” Jamie ran his tongue over his teeth, biting back irritation. “Is there a reason I’ve wandered into the Inquisition?” Nathan fiddled with the hem of his shirt and took another deep breath before meeting Jamie’s eyes. Jamie’s irritation fled in a flash, because he looked worried and Jamie didn’t like it at all. He shifted, wanting to reach out and pull him close, but he could still sense the wall between them. “What’s going on? What happened to bring this up?” Nathan rose, his heavy brows furrowing and began to pace. “I ran into someone in the restroom at the club, after you’d gone back to the bar.” Troubled eyes met Jamie’s and apprehension tingled. “He didn’t give me his name, but I got the impression he knew you. Very well.” Jamie sat back feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. “Are you kidding me? This is over some trick who dropped my name?” The irritation was back and he pushed to his feet. He gave Nathan a disappointed look, his stomach knotting. “For the record, Nathan, I never claimed to be virginal. I’m not going to apologize for having had sex before, if that’s what you’re after. And frankly, this little scenario you’ve got going here, the wounded thing, is better suited to junior high than real life.” Jamie had a hard time believing this was the same man he’d spent the last week with. The same man who’d lain in bed with him on Sunday with coffee, bagels and the

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paper until two in the afternoon. Now he was acting jealous over some drunken words in a bathroom? It didn’t make sense, there had to be more. “What’s this really about? Because if you tell me it’s about you being jealous over some former lover, then we’ve got bigger problems than I was aware of.” “No, it’s not about being jealous.” Nathan ran his hand through his hair, looking agitated again. It was almost a relief to Jamie, because he could see the wall coming down. “I mean, I’ll admit I was a bit jealous, not enough to take it out on you, but—” “It sure as hell seems like you’re taking it out on me,” Jamie interrupted. “What else do you call this?” He felt bad for snapping, but this whole scene set him on edge, especially when it was so far from what he’d been fantasizing about for the last four hours. Instead of a warm welcome, he was getting accusations. “Let me finish. Please.” Nathan moved to stand in front of him and for a split second Jamie thought he was going to pull him into his arms. The disappointment was crushing when he didn’t. “He…there was something off about him.” Nathan looked off at something unseen over Jamie’s shoulder, his face drawn in thought. Before Jamie could answer, Nathan met his eyes again and all trace of the wall he’d imposed was gone. Jamie could see his confusion and lingering worries. Then Nathan reached out and took Jamie’s hands, tugging them from where they were crossed on his chest. “I’m sorry, Jamie. He made some nasty insinuations and I shouldn’t have let them get to me.” Jamie pulled away, frustration warring with guilt at the wounded expression which struck Nathan’s face. “You’re not making much sense, Nathan. Either you believed what this guy said or you didn’t. Either you trusted me or you didn’t.” Didn’t Nathan trust him? “I got the impression he was watching us in the back room.” Nathan stepped away from him and opened the fridge, grabbing a couple of beers. “Or if not, he certainly didn’t mind making me think so.” He tossed Jamie one, then opened up his own, taking 58

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a long sip before meeting Jamie’s eyes again, looking calmer. “He also implied that you’d been together in the past and that you’re in the habit of taking your customers to the back room on a regular basis.” Jamie jerked back, hurt and fury taking his breath away. He’d never imagined Nathan’s voice could be so cold. “Wait!” Nathan slammed the bottle down on the counter and came closer, grabbing his shoulders. “Dammit, Jamie, I don’t believe you do that. But why would he lie?” Jamie frowned. “What did he look like?” His jaw clenched as Nathan haltingly described the man. “Quinn,” he snarled in recognition. Nathan stepped back, a stricken look on his face. “So you do know him. And you were…?” Jamie nodded. “At one time, yes.” It took him a few seconds to lift his eyes to Nathan’s face and realize his lover was hurting. He shook his head, stepping forward. “Don’t, it’s not like he said. You can pretty much count on anything coming out of Quinn’s mouth to be a self-serving lie.” Nathan’s eyes were enormous in his face and Jamie hated seeing the hurt in them, the distrust, and cursed Quinn all over again. “Why would he lie?” Jamie barked a harsh laugh. “Because his mother never taught him manners, that’s why. Listen to me. Whatever he told you is bullshit. Except the part about he and I used to have a…thing.” Nathan’s brows shot up. “A thing? A thing, Jamie? What exactly is a ‘thing’?” Jamie made an impatient sound. “We slept together a couple of times. Three to be specific. But then I got a glimpse of the real Quinn and broke it off.” Another short, humorless laugh. “He didn’t much like that idea.” Jamie looked away, his jaw clenched. Of all the times for Quinn to resurface. Part of him understood why Nathan was upset, but he hated feeling like he was being attacked

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for something he couldn’t control. Nathan was scared and hurt by Quinn’s words and Jamie was taking the brunt of it. It wasn’t fair. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Nathan’s voice was fierce and Jamie met his gaze again. He shook his head, wishing this conversation could be over. He wanted the warm, soft, welcoming lover he’d been looking forward to all night, the one he’d expected when he’d walked through the door. “Naw, honey. And he backed off once he realized I was serious about not continuing it. I mean, he showed up from time to time at the club or some other scene in town, but that’s par for the course. He’s creepy, yeah, but hasn’t got the balls to do anything but sneak around making accusations to whoever I’m dating at the time.”

Nathan searched Jamie’s face, wondering if he was telling the truth about Quinn not hurting him, but he couldn’t tell and wasn’t anxious to start another argument. Not when it was this late and they were both exhausted. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I…it’s just the thought of him anywhere near you makes me so fucking furious I could hit something.” Or someone, which floored him because he wasn’t a violent man. But Nathan thought he would have no problem being violent if Jamie’s safety were at stake. He’d take apart anyone who tried to hurt him. Shame cut through him when he realized he was the one hurting Jamie right now. By doubting him and blindsiding him like some criminal the second he walked through the door. “God, Jamie, I’m so sorry. You’re right, I’m being childish and it’s not like me, I don’t know what happened. I should’ve talked to you, should’ve waited until your shift was over or pulled you aside. Not let it stew all evening and jump you with it.” He slid his arms around Jamie and relief rolled through him when his lover didn’t pull away or reject his touch again. “Well, if he’s been harboring some flame for you, at least now he knows you’re taken. Very much taken.”

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Jamie tipped Nathan’s face up and Nathan blanched at the seriousness in those brilliant green eyes. “I am taken, Nathan. Maybe I haven’t made myself clear enough in our time together.” There was a slight hesitation and Nathan melted when Jamie gently cupped his cheek. “I love you. And that, I can swear on everything I hold holy, is not something I have ever said to anyone.” Nathan’s mind reeled and everything he’d been about to say fled as Jamie’s words sank in. His lover chuckled softly. “Why are you looking at me like I hit you upside the head with a stick? I all but told you last week how I felt.” Nathan blushed, which was something only Jamie had the power to make him do, with incredible ease sometimes. “That was different,” he protested. He knew Jamie had been falling for him, and god knew he’d been falling just as hard, but guys said things they didn’t mean sometimes during sex and that had been their first time. “You didn’t come out and say it and I hadn’t just royally fucked up. You saying it now, it makes it much more real.” He leaned his cheek into Jamie’s hand, his heart beating faster. It was as if Jamie’s vow had filled up this hole inside him. He smiled, the worries and images haunting him earlier banished by the joy bubbling inside him. “I’m an ass and I don’t know how you can say it after the way I treated you. But damn, Jamie, I love you too. I’m crazy with it.” Jamie grinned and leaned closer to brush his lips over Nathan’s. “Come to bed with me, let me hold you.” The horrible knot in Nathan’s chest eased and he nodded, taking Jamie’s hand. “I’d like that.” He was an idiot for letting his mind override his instincts and heart, and for letting that asshole get to him. Right then, all Nathan wanted was to give Jamie the greeting he’d probably expected. Jamie didn’t protest as Nathan led him back to the bedroom, but he paused inside the door to tug Nathan against him and dipped his head to capture Nathan’s

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mouth. Lord, Jamie could kiss. It drove Nathan crazy and his lips went soft and pliant because it was just natural to surrender to his lover. Jamie’s hands came up and began unbuttoning Nathan’s shirt. Their brief rendezvous at the club hadn’t been nearly enough and Nathan was dying to have Jamie inside him. Jamie broke the kiss and nibbled along Nathan’s jaw, tongue soothing the slight sting of his teeth as he jerked Nathan’s shirt down his arms. The rough motion made Nathan’s stomach tighten. “I missed you all night, honey. Musta gotten a hundred drink orders wrong thinking about doing just this.” Jamie’s fingers gave one nipple a gentle pinch and Nathan caught his breath as it formed a hard bud. “I missed you too, Jamie.” As soon as he started to speak, Nathan’s guilt came rushing back. It was eating away at him, the way he’d snapped at Jamie and let his irritation and fears get the better of him. Jamie had done nothing to deserve the way Nathan had treated him. Nathan’s anguish must have sounded in his voice because Jamie lifted his head and slid his arms around him. Jamie pulled him close and brushed a kiss across his forehead. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you. I guess I just…I feel like we’ve been together forever almost, I forget it’s been barely more than a week.” Nathan leaned into Jamie’s embrace, the concerns he’d had seeming ludicrous now. Maybe logic said he shouldn’t trust Jamie this much this soon, but he did. And he’d rather have this moment of bliss, being with the man he loved and believing in him, than ruin what they had because of something a jackass said in a club bathroom. He raised his head and smiled at Jamie. “You don’t need to apologize, and for the record, I feel the same way. If I was one to believe in past lives or other such nonsense, I’d be tempted to say we’ve known each other before.” Jamie laughed. “I like the sound of that, honey, loving you over and over, being born again and seeking you out.”

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“You’re a hopeless romantic.” Nathan sighed, his head falling back, lashes fluttering shut as Jamie’s lips feathered along his jaw. He had to admit, though, he did like the sound of their souls being entwined. It was utter fantasy, but a nice thought. Jamie’s hands slid down to Nathan’s ass, lifting him up and walking the few short steps to the bed. “Oh, I don’t know,” Jamie replied. “I bet you have a real romantic side yourself when you put your mind to it.” As easy as that, Jamie had banished the ugly words the man Quinn had said, driven away the harsh accusations they had thrown at each other. All Nathan wanted right now was to be naked with him and wallow in their desire and love. He shook his shirt off his wrists as they sank back on the bed and slid his hands under Jamie’s t-shirt. Impatient, he tugged it over Jamie’s head and wrapped his arms around him, turning his face into Jamie’s neck and breathing in his scent. He was warm, comforting and Nathan’s heart ached with the force of his emotions. He loved him. It might be crazy, but it was the truth. He smiled. “I love you, Jamie.” Jamie gave him a slow smile in return. “Oh honey, I love you too. It might not make sense, but damn if it isn’t right.” Jamie bent to kiss him, slow and deep and Nathan’s heart flipped over in his chest. When Jamie ran a hand down Nathan’s bare side, fingers feathering his skin, sending a hyperaware ripple of sensation through him, Nathan broke the kiss with a burst of laughter, moving instinctively away from the dangerous touch. Jamie arched his brows, as fingers lingered on the spot just below Nathan’s rib cage and it was all Nathan could do to keep from squirming away. God help him, Jamie had a knowing expression on his face. “Ticklish are we, my love?” Damn! Nathan gave Jamie an emphatic shake of his head, quaking inside when his lover laughed. He wasn’t ticklish, merely sensitive. “Oh no?” Jamie’s fingers danced on the spot and his mischievous eyes lit up when Nathan gave into his impulse to squirm and tried to shove them away. 63

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pinning them above his head. “Now let’s see if you can live up to your bold words, honey.” There was something about that endearing nickname being growled which drove Nathan almost to the edge. He moaned, biting his lip to keep the sound from escaping, but was too late. He lowered his lashes. “Do your worst, dearling.” Jamie growled and claimed his lips in a scorching kiss. His worst, his best, Nathan wanted to do it all with this man and do it forever. The thought shocked him because Nathan had never found someone that made him consider forever, but he’d already admitted to himself that nothing about what he felt for Jamie was usual or ordinary. His lover pulled back and gave him a hard look. “Keep your hands right there, honey, or else.” Jamie’s tone brooked no disobedience and a flicker of hot desire flashed in Nathan’s stomach. Jamie released his grip on Nathan’s wrists, waiting a second as if to see whether or not he was going to move. Nathan had no intention of doing any such a thing. Jamie slid both his palms down Nathan’s arms, down his sides to the waist of his pants, jerking impatiently at the button and zipper before tugging them with one rough pull down Nathan’s legs and tossing them aside. Nathan couldn’t look away as Jamie sat back on his heels and stared down at him. All Nathan had left on was a pair of plain white silk boxers and even that was too much. The expression in Jamie’s green eyes was a mixture of awe and lust, as if somehow he was a wet dream of Jamie’s come to life. And Nathan wanted him with a passion that would’ve been almost frightening if trust didn’t overlay it, and he did, he trusted Jamie more than he thought it was possible to trust a lover. Then Jamie bent and dragged his tongue along the hard bulge tenting his boxers, wetting the thin material and the heat coming through the fabric made Nathan lightheaded. Without thought, Nathan reached down to slide his fingers through spiky, silky hair.

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Jamie’s head snapped up to pin Nathan with his gaze, a dangerous smirk twisting his lips. “I told ya to keep your hands where I put them, Nathan. Now I’m gonna have to punish you.” Nathan’s hand froze as wariness mingled with lust. It had been pure instinct to reach for Jamie, he hadn’t even thought about it. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, nerves fluttering in his stomach, anticipation singing in his veins. He wanted Jamie’s punishment. It was a startling revelation. In the past he would’ve bristled if any of his former lovers mentioned doing such a thing. He was a grown man, not a damn child but god, he craved whatever Jamie was going to do. “I…I’m sorry,” he said, his breath coming quicker. Though in truth he wasn’t sorry in the slightest, not when Jamie was looking at him the way he was, his green eyes molten, loving and dangerous. “Too late, honey,” Jamie said, grasping his boxers and yanking them off his body. Before Nathan could react, Jamie had flipped him over onto his stomach and had drawn him across his lap. He swallowed hard, remembering Jamie saying he wanted to warm his ass with his hand the first afternoon and started trembling. Jamie’s cock nudged the lower part of Nathan’s stomach and his own cock was pressed against Jamie’s thigh, harder than he could ever remember it being. Instinct made him want to fight Jamie, to cover his exposed ass with his hands, but he didn’t, instead he looked over his shoulder at his lover. Jamie’s hand caressed his ass, his eyes locked with Nathan’s. “Let’s try that again. You’re going to keep your hands on the bed, you hear me? You won’t move them.” He punctuated his words with a little slap that made Nathan jump, though it barely stung. Nathan nodded and dug his hands into the blankets, fisting them tight. His heart was beating so hard, he wondered if Jamie could hear it. His lover’s hands settled on the backs of his thighs, spreading his legs wider. A finger teased his balls, then slid up the cleft of his ass. When the first slap came, Nathan wasn’t prepared and gasped, his cock rocking against Jamie’s thigh. “Oh god.” 66

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The stinging sensation, the knowledge that Jamie was fucking spanking him seemed to drive all sense of reason and decorum from his mind. He moaned, sinking his head down, lifting his ass up as Jamie’s hand came down again, hard enough to warm, though not enough to hurt. The sound was loud in the room, strange and exciting, making the air electric. Jamie groaned and his hand came down again, harder, on the other cheek. Nathan imagined the vivid red handprint he was sure decorated his skin and his desire surged. He surprised himself with his wanton reaction instead of struggling against Jamie’s hard hands. Nathan groaned again, feeling his ass bounce as Jamie’s hand came down again. His cock throbbed against Jamie’s thigh and his lover paused to slip a hand between his thighs, fingers feathering over the base of Nathan’s cock. Nathan could also feel Jamie’s fingers on his soul, wrapping around him, claiming him. Everything was different now. He was different, all because of this man holding him across his lap, who tormented him beyond anything he’d ever imagined and cradled him safe against his body. “You like this, do you, baby?” Nathan whimpered and nodded, then glanced back at Jamie over his shoulder. A flush of pure arousal warmed his face at the sight of Jamie’s wicked grin. Nathan loved the possession in Jamie’s eyes. It was unbelievably hot and Nathan wanted more. “Good, I like it too.” Jamie slapped his ass again, running the palm of his hand over the heated skin. “You look sexy as fuck like this, honey. All blushing sweet and naughty at the same time.” He trailed a finger down the cleft again, brushing over Nathan’s entrance before striking him once more. “Now then,” Jamie continued, “you’re going to do as you’re told from now on, aren’t you? I tell you to not move those wicked hands of yours, you’re not going to move them.” He struck again, harder than any other time and Nathan’s body tensed with a sharp, sobbing breath as he cried out. “Right?” 67

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Nathan couldn’t breathe, his heart lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. Jamie’s hand slid up to cup the nape of his neck, forcing his head down as his other hand began a hard rhythm on Nathan’s ass. Jamie growled and tightened his hand on the back of Nathan’s neck. “You’re so fucking sexy, honey. You’re not proper at all, are you?” He never paused in the steady blows he rained down. “Sitting up there in your corner office, taking your conference calls. Do you think about me when you do? Do you get hard imagining what you want me to do to you? Tell me, Nathan, have you imagined this before, sitting there at work, riding the Metro home, hard inside your perfectly pressed pants, imagining me bending you across my knee and spanking you like this?” Nathan nodded, unable to speak as Jamie continued with his erotic words. Nathan didn’t feel the slightest bit proper or refined and his loss of control didn’t matter one bit, not when he instinctively understood what seeing him like this was doing to Jamie. His lover bucked his hips, nudging the hard head of his cock against Nathan’s stomach. “I bet you have. Fuck, baby, feel how hard I am for you? I can’t wait to fuck this sweet ass, all red and hot now. Probably gonna hurt when I do, for you anyway, but you’ll like that, won’t you?” Nathan’s mouth was dry as he nodded again, whimpering and crying out as he fantasized about how it was going to be both pleasurable and painful when Jamie fucked him. And as pleasurable as the spanking was, he was getting impatient for the other. Jamie slowed his blows, gentling them and sometimes pausing to palm Nathan’s ass or to lightly squeeze a generous handful. Nathan trembled with each touch and when Jamie shifted to urge him to his hands and knees, Nathan trembled even harder. Jamie knelt behind him, giving him an appreciative sigh. Nathan flushed and his cock throbbed. He wondered what Jamie was seeing. How red was his ass? Was it welted? Was it covered with Jamie’s handprints?

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“So pretty,” Jamie whispered, bending to press a soft kiss to the sore flesh while one hand came up to sink two fingers inside him. Nathan let out a near-scream at the penetration, not from pain, but because his entire body was on sensation overload right then. “Shhh. Easy, honey. Easy, love.” Jamie murmured. Nathan bucked his hips back, crying out again as Jamie’s fingers sank deeper. His ass was on fire, the heat of it spread and every fiber of his body was screaming for Jamie. It was overwhelming. Laying himself in Jamie’s hands, trusting him, awoke a primal instinct in Nathan. He imagined sitting tomorrow at his conference and feeling Jamie’s mark on him every time he moved. He shuddered and rocked back as Jamie thrust his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. His body was strung taut, on a painful edge that had everything and nothing to do with the spanking. Nathan’s blood roared in his ears as the tension built so damn quickly it was like lightning coursing through his veins. “Stop. Stop.” His voice was wild and high.

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into the sleek, giving flesh of Nathan’s hips and thrust hard. Nathan’s short scream as Jamie drove into his over-sensitized body ripped down Jamie’s spine. “Just like that.” Hard and fast, over and over as Nathan’s cries and frantic pleas filled the air. Jamie held him firm when Nathan might have squirmed away from the overload on his body, but after a few thrusts Nathan wasn’t going anywhere and began driving his hips back to meet him. “That’s it, love.” Jamie eased his grip on Nathan’s hips and slid his hands up to lace both with Nathan’s, tangling their fingers and rocking hard against him. He could feel the heat of Nathan’s abused ass against his groin and it drove him crazy, heart pounding. “Beg, honey. I like hearing you beg,” he growled, teeth harsh on the side of his lover’s throat. The scent of sex and desperation hung heavy in the air as they moved together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and slick flesh. “Please…Jamie, fuck please, dearling. More, more…fucking Christ, please more.” That Nathan could manage so many words was impressive to Jamie and he shuddered from the force of them, the hungry need he could taste on his lover’s skin. He nodded, driving harder, wrapping himself around Nathan from behind and pinning him to the bed, hips moving hard and fast. Claiming him, every inch of this man belonged to him and by the time they were through there wouldn’t be a doubt in either of their minds that he’d permanently stamped himself into Nathan’s soul. His weight pressed Nathan into the mattress, ankles wrapped around his calves to keep his legs spread wide. Jamie’s hands covered Nathan’s, his cock impaling him over and over, balls slapping against him. He was determined Nathan would have no awareness of anything else but him. They panted and writhed together and Jamie turned his head, his teeth roughly nipping the tender lobe of Nathan’s ear. “I’m not done with you by far, honey…this ain’t even close to as good as it’s gonna get.” Nathan let out a ragged whimper and Jamie grinned, feral possession slicing through him. His. 72

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“Jamie…Jamie…fuck, baby,” Nathan groaned. “Fuck, I like how you do that.” Jamie growled and the shiver that raced through Nathan sent an answering one through his own body. His teeth scored his lover’s ear again, the nape of his neck, each nip heightening the awareness, until it was almost too much. “You’re mine, Nathan,” Jamie whispered in his ear, the words possessive, the tone loving. “All mine, honey. Never gonna let you go.” Nathan nodded his head. “I’d have to…kick your ass…if you did.” Jamie chuckled, the wicked sound lost when Nathan twisted, turning his head and their lips met, his tongue delving deep into Jamie’s mouth. Jamie swallowed every moan, giving Nathan growls in return. He took every buck of Nathan’s hips and gave him hard, answering thrusts. Each movement was a plea, each countermovement a desire granted. Give and take, take and give, until neither could tell who was begging for what just that each was getting exactly what they needed. Jamie rolled then, onto his back and brought Nathan with him, sprawled across his chest. Jamie braced his feet, slamming up into him. Nathan cried out again, head lolling back against Jamie’s shoulder. Jamie took advantage of the beautiful exposed arch of his neck and turned his face into it, devouring the tender flesh. “My sweet baby…my love…” He panted the words against Nathan’s skin, knowing his lover wouldn’t deny the claim, daring him to try. Jamie didn’t consider himself a possessive man by nature, he was too easygoing for that. But Nathan roused every primal, primitive caveman instinct buried latent inside him and dragged them to the surface until he wanted to fist his hand in Nathan hair and haul him back to his cave. “Yes…yours, I’m yours, Jamie,” Nathan panted, his voice rough from his screams and edged with frantic pleasure. Jamie’s body surged at that soft acquiescence. He hips snapped up harder, his arms tight around his lover. He slid one hand down, chuckling at the frantic whimper when Nathan realized his intent. Nathan’s body relaxed some when Jamie’s fingers skimmed 73

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And then Jamie couldn’t wait any longer and he pressed his fingers against Nathan’s prostate again, fingertips milking the too-sensitive spot, massaging it. Nathan went wild in his arms, desperate incoherent words falling from his gasping lips, mingled with screams that echoed off the walls. Jamie thought he’d lose his own mind, thrusting his hips upward hard and fast, claiming him in every possible way and he knew Nathan felt and accepted the claim. Jamie owned him. Jamie held him tight, otherwise Nathan would probably have tumbled off him with the way he was writhing. His heart clenched, the bands that bound him to this man tightening with every scream, every sob, every sweet, pitiful sound Nathan made. And yet for all his writhing, shaking and sobs that might be misconstrued, Jamie knew Nathan didn’t want him to stop. All he wanted was everything and Jamie was determined to give it to him. “You’re everything, honey, my everything. Hang on for me, just a little more. Sweet baby, so good…” Jamie murmured, though he knew on some level Nathan didn’t hear him, but Nathan understood. Jamie thought he did. He could feel the pliancy of his lover’s body beneath the tension that strung him tight, how Nathan melted against him in surrender. For him Jamie would do anything, give anything, sacrifice it all to keep Nathan by his side. “I love you. Love you.” Jamie never let up on his torment, but in direct contrast his voice was tender, his lips gentle against Nathan’s cheek. He’d die before he ever hurt him. Then he couldn’t think anymore. He sank into the primitive morass of sensation and submission and domination. And just as he hovered on the brink of madness, he eased his grip on Nathan’s cock with the last shred of coherency he had and growled something that might have been an order to come, might have been nothing more than an animalistic grunt of pure testosterone. Either way, it worked. Nathan’s scream must have torn his sweet baby’s throat to ribbons, his own rivaling it as they came, hard and desperate. They sagged back to the

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mattress, quite literally drenched in come that dripped from Nathan’s sides onto Jamie, down Nathan’s thighs to Jamie’s, sweat soaking them and the sheets. They looked like the scene of a crime of passion gone very, very right. As if in answer to that very thought, Jamie’s eyes popped open at the sound of obscenely loud pounding coming from the living room and the shout of “DC Police Department, open up!” wafting down the hall to their disbelieving ears. “Oh fuck.” Jamie had all he could do to keep from bursting out laughing at the horrified and annoyed look on his lover’s face. Nathan all but pouted, for god’s sake, and it was cute as hell when mixed with the mortification that began to cross Nathan’s cheeks in a fiery blush. “Jesus Christ,” Nathan muttered, the moan he let out as Jamie slid out of him nearly making Jamie want to risk the police breaking down the door in order to keep Nathan right there in bed with him. Nathan didn’t seem keen on that plan, though, because he dropped a kiss to Jamie’s mouth before slipping out of the bed. “I’ll be right back, dearling.” Had Jamie mentioned yet how much he loved it when Nathan would call him that? Well, he did. Very much. With the way the cops were banging on the door, though, Jamie knew they’d better get moving before they knocked it down. Nathan would probably die of embarrassment if DC’s finest found them in this state. “I’m coming,” Nathan yelled, shrugging into his robe. Jamie grinned at his lover and Nathan lingered for a second with a soft look on his face before he smoothed his expression and went to open the door. Jamie followed along behind, grabbing a tangled sheet and wrapping it around his hips as they went, snickering inside. When Nathan opened the door, they were greeted by a pair of officers, expressions stern, gazes flicking between them. There was no doubt what they’d been doing was apparent, they looked and smelled like raunchy sex.

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“Good evening.” Nathan’s voice was a rasp. Before the officers could ask if everyone was okay and what all the screaming was about, Jamie watched in amusement as Nathan beat them to the punch. “I’m sorry if you were called for nothing. As you can see, nobody’s hurt.” Jamie coughed to cover another snicker and earned himself a censuring look from Nathan. He fought to contain the grin and put a contrite, innocent look on his face. He was willing to bet he failed miserably. “We received a report of screams coming from this apartment. The caller said it, ahem, sounded like someone was being hurt.” The officers glanced at each other and Jamie’s lips quirked again, a burst of masculine pride swelling inside him. Damn, he’d fucked his baby good. Jamie grinned and cut a glance at Nathan, who was flushed red to the tips of his oddly shaped ears. He grinned wider. He liked Nathan blushing, it was adorable. “Well, ya’ll can feel free to check the place, but I hate to say you’ll be disappointed there’s no dead body to find.” Jamie offered, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan was glaring at him and Jamie tugged him against his side. There was no way to hide what had been going on, they both looked and smelled like they’d just gone several rounds. And frankly, Jamie had no desire to hide anything. He was pretty damn stoked and could honestly say he’d never fucked anyone so good the cops showed up before. The two officers made a quick sweep of the apartment and then gave them an amused reprimand to keep it down before leaving again. Jamie burst out laughing as soon as the door shut, ducking the swat Nathan aimed at his head. Nathan’s eyes widened in horror and a fresh wave of red crossed his face. “I can’t believe you came to the door in a sheet!” “We could’ve been fully dressed and they still would’ve known, honey.” Jamie pulled Nathan close. “We ought to make that a Valentine’s Day tradition.” 77

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Nathan rolled his eyes, but there was humor banked in them and he shook his head, chuckling. “I’d rather not, thanks. Well, not the cops part, anyway.” Jamie arched his brows as Nathan leaned in closer against him, his gray eyes turning smoky and hooded. “The rest, however—” Jamie bent and cut off his words, kissing him slowly, the desire they’d just sated rising up again and he decided that, without a doubt, Nathan was the best rule he’d ever broken.

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About the Authors Fae Sutherland has always dreamed of being a published author, starting her writing career off at age 11 with a horrific “Monkees” fan fiction that will, luckily for all, never see the light of day. At age 33, she has since progressed to more serious writing, though always keeping that dash of irreverence and fun. Fae tells the stories that the muses give her, but though she is multi-published both solo and joint, she truly does prefer writing with her co-author Margeurite Labbe best. When she’s not working hard on writing new stories to make her readers sweat or slaving over edits for completed work, she spends her time on website and graphic design, being with her closest friends and playing The Sims 2 until the wee hours of the morning. Margeurite Labbe is a homoerotic author who is a shade neurotic, has a muse with OCD tendencies, and a husband, son, and gender-confused cat who are all doing an excellent job at keeping her toeing the line. Together with her co-author Fae Sutherland, Margeurite has found a shared passion for beautiful men with smart mouths, and stories that often ask hard questions or bring up taboo subjects. When she’s not working hard on writing new material and editing completed work, she spends her time reading novels of all genres, enjoying roleplaying games with her equally nutty friends, and trying to plot practical jokes against her son and husband. The authors welcome comments from readers. You can find their websites and email addresses on their author bio pages at www.ellorascave.com.

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