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Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long-time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they’re both intrigued. Such innocence doesn’t come along often and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.
Benji feels like he’s in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might be Stephen’s musical and artistic temperament that makes three a crowd. Can Jack and Stephen hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?
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Jack let himself in and threw his briefcase at the table in his office, grinning without humor as it thumped loudly. What a fucking shitty day.
He’d managed to lose a sizeable chunk of someone else’s money and, damn it, that made him cranky. It didn’t matter if the client had insisted on buying the damned stock—if he’d done his job right, he could have made lemonade somehow, at least controlled the damage, but no. Several million down the tubes.
He headed on down the hall and tossed his jacket at the bed, yanking on his tie. “Stevie? Where are you?” he bellowed.
“Trying to read in the library, but someone was being a noisy bastard.” Stephen leaned against the bedroom doorframe, long, platinum hair artfully disheveled, glasses perched on that pointed nose.
“You did hear me come in, then—took you long enough to show up.” He glowered for a moment before crowing in triumph when the damned tie finally gave way.
“A dead man in Toledo could have heard you.” He got a half-smile, Stephen’s slender fingers helping him with the tie.
He hummed, moving to settle his hands on Stephen’s waist. It was hard to stay in a bad mood when the scent of your lover filled your nose. He made a show of it, raising his head a little, sniffing the air.
Stephen stepped a little closer, rubbing them together. “Sensual bastard.”
“You love it,” he shot back, stroking Stephen’s hips through soft woolen pants with his thumbs.
“You keep telling yourself that.” Those blue eyes were sharp, shining, wanting him. Loving him.
He snorted and closed their mouths together, taking the hard kiss he wanted, grunting as Stephen responded, pushing his lover back up against the wall. Stephen pushed his fingers into Stephen’s hair, tugging them closer together.
His cock was hard, aching, need like a drum at the back of his head, beating low and fast. He started to hump, pushing Stephen hard against the wall with each push. God, he wanted it. Hot and hard and fast, then hot and slow and intense.
Stephen reached down, nails burning along his spine. He gasped. Yeah. Oh yeah, that’s what he desired, what he wanted.
“More,” he growled, shoving harder, getting a hand between them in order to open their pants.
“Pushy.” The sound of his dress shirt tearing was like a snarl.
He arched, moaning. “You know it.”
He got their zippers down, got his hand around both their cocks, working them nice and hard.
Stephen bit his bottom lip, hard enough to sting. “Yes. More.”
A shot of lightning went through him at the bite. Fuck, he loved this. Loved this man.
Jack stroked his thumb across the tips of their cocks, nail dragging over the sensitive flesh. A sharp cry pushed into his mouth, Stephen arching against him. He did it again, the pain going up his spine, settling in his balls as tight, hot need.
“Love!” Stephen’s heat sprayed over him, the scent heady.
“Yeah.” He just needed… He squeezed the head of his cock tight and cried out, his cum joining Stephen’s.
Stephen relaxed, nuzzling his neck, nipping and licking. He moaned, tugging Stephen’s shirt off and working his lover’s pants down. “Wanna tie you to the bed and fuck you blind.”
“You think you can?” Stephen was still hard, scorpion tattoo looking as if it was headed for those heavy balls.
He laughed, fingers tracing the black ink. “What—tie you up or fuck you blind?”
“Either or.” Stephen’s skin was covered in goosebumps.
“Oh, I think I can. And, what’s more, you know I can.”
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