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Did you like it?

God damn it.

I grab hold of his shoulders and turn us so that his back is up against the door. “One kiss. That’s all.”

His gaze is locked on mine when I grab his wrists and pin them to the door above his head. My mouth locks onto his, my lips forcing his apart, my tongue pushing its way into his mouth.

He melts in my arms, softening to me, obeying my unspoken demands. As I devour him, he makes a sound that goes right to my groin. My dick swells as my blood heads south, and my balls tighten. My pulse races.

I said just one kiss, but God, I want more. One kiss isn’t enough, and I should have realized it wouldn’t be.

I transfer one of his wrists into my left hand so I can slide my right hand down to circle his neck. I squeeze gently, not enough to restrict his air, but to get his attention.

He groans harshly, which makes me even harder. I grasp his lower jaw and hold him still for our kiss. My mouth eats at him as my tongue subdues his, stroking him until he’s panting.

And then I make the biggest mistake of all. I slide my right hand down his torso to his groin. He cries out when I press my palm to his impressive erection. I start stroking him through the fabric of his shorts. He shamelessly grinds himself against my hand, groaning desperately into my mouth, and it’s such a turn on.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop myself. I love the feel of him against my hand. I love his hungry desperation.

He tenses as his body shudders against me. “Cooper!” he gasps. His cock bucks and throbs against my palm, and then I feel the wet heat of his cum through his shorts.

He’s so damn responsive. I can’t imagine what he’d be like in bed. Immediately, I release him. We stare at each other, both of us in shock. Stunned at how quickly one kiss turned into a raging conflagration.

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean for it to get so—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Cooper. It’s been a long time since someone got me off. It was long overdue. Besides.” He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Ilikedit.”

In the midst of a volatile intimate moment, he still retains his sense of humor.

I’m shaken to the core. “I’m sorry, Sam. It’ll never happen again.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he says as I walk out the door, running scared like the coward I am.

When I get back to the penthouse, I’m relieved to find Shane gone. He left me a note.

Going to see my folks. Back later. Be good.

--Shane

I’m glad he’s not here right now because I’m not fit company. All I can think about is the feel of Sam’s erection against my hand.

Fuck!

Chapter 7 – Sam

Three Years Earlier

On a Monday morning, while I’m working security at a downtown corporate event, I receive a text from Shane.

Shane: Can you come to my office at 3?

Me: Am I in trouble?

Shane: No. I have a new assignment for you.

Me: I’ll be there.

I show up at my boss’s office right on time and knock.