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tingles through the nerves in Les’ arm. “You’re so gorgeous, why hasn’t anyone taken you to bed?”
Maybe that was part of it, Les realised. No one had ever just…just latched on and had at him the way Adam had. Les had turned down offers before, getting downright rude if he had to, but Adam had just plastered himself to Les then…was that it then? Did Les need someone to take control, rip it from him with a kiss that scorched him to the soles of his feet?
Did he want that? Maybe he did, because Adam’s next words had Les’ dick trying its best to firm right back up.
“Come home with me. Let me make love to you.” Adam looked at him steadily,
confidently. It calmed the swell of panic that started in Les’ chest. He could only think of one objection just then. “Your mother wouldn’t care?”
Adam jolted as if jabbed with a cattle prod. “Oh. Ick. Take me home, to your place, then.”
It wasn’t a request, not at all, and Les liked that, at least from Adam. Coming from anyone else, he thought he might have punched them for being so forward. But there was just something about Adam—and he really needed to think about that—later.
Les finished buckling his belt then slipped his hand into Adam’s, looking down at the face he’d seen in his dreams night after night. “Okay.” And as hard as it was for him to believe it, it was as simple as that, one little word and his worries and lifetime of fears eased enough for him to let Adam lead him out of the club.
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Chapter Eleven
Les started to walk towards the door that lead into the heart of the club only to find himself pulled in the opposite direction. He looked at Adam even as he followed the man to another door off to the left. “Where are we going?”
Adam laughed and gestured to his shorts. “I can’t leave like this. I need to change, and I have to get my stuff out of the locker. I’ll follow you to your place, but to do that, I need my keys, my wallet,” he stopped at the door and waggled his finely eyebrows. “It wouldn’t do for me to get pulled over by some cop and not have my licence on me, you know.”
Les grunted, darting a glance back at the other door. He really wanted to find
Randy—
“Come on,” Adam said as he opened a door with a nappy little sign on it that read
‘Employees Only’. “Quit glaring at that door. If you have any brilliant ideas about confronting Randy, you need to forget them for three reasons.”
When it became clear Adam was waiting for him to ask, Les did. “And what would
those reasons be?”
Adam pulled him into the room then closed the door. Les took a couple of steps then turned to keep an eye on the door as Adam spoke.
“One: You’re still in your uniform. I’m pretty sure you’d get in some deep shit for beating Randy’s ass anyway, but in uniform? You’d probably get fired at the very least.
Two:”—Adam grinned and patted Les’ groin—“You came in your pants. Got a nice wet spot right here.” Yeah, and it was cold and icky. “And three:”—Adam gave him a sultry look as he pressed up against Les’ body, his hard cock poking Les’ thigh—“I don’t want any more delays until I can get you naked.”
Les snaked his hands down Adam’s back and lightly teased his fingers over Adam’s
pert butt. God, he wanted nothing more just then than to cup that ass, to squeeze and test the firm cheeks, to pull them apart and…
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“Mmm,” Adam purred, rubbing his cheek against Les’ chest, his hands clenching on
Les’ waist. “You’re hard again—very impressive.” He opened one hand and began sliding it down.
“Don’t,” Les warned as he caught Adam’s wrist. He’d surely die of embarrassment if he came again just from a simple touch. Adam tipped his head up, looking at him through thickly lashed lids, and
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tingles through the nerves in Les’ arm. “You’re so gorgeous, why hasn’t anyone taken you to bed?”
Maybe that was part of it, Les realised. No one had ever just…just latched on and had at him the way Adam had. Les had turned down offers before, getting downright rude if he had to, but Adam had just plastered himself to Les then…was that it then? Did Les need someone to take control, rip it from him with a kiss that scorched him to the soles of his feet?
Did he want that? Maybe he did, because Adam’s next words had Les’ dick trying its best to firm right back up.
“Come home with me. Let me make love to you.” Adam looked at him steadily,
confidently. It calmed the swell of panic that started in Les’ chest. He could only think of one objection just then. “Your mother wouldn’t care?”
Adam jolted as if jabbed with a cattle prod. “Oh. Ick. Take me home, to your place, then.”
It wasn’t a request, not at all, and Les liked that, at least from Adam. Coming from anyone else, he thought he might have punched them for being so forward. But there was just something about Adam—and he really needed to think about that—later.
Les finished buckling his belt then slipped his hand into Adam’s, looking down at the face he’d seen in his dreams night after night. “Okay.” And as hard as it was for him to believe it, it was as simple as that, one little word and his worries and lifetime of fears eased enough for him to let Adam lead him out of the club.
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Chapter Eleven
Les started to walk towards the door that lead into the heart of the club only to find himself pulled in the opposite direction. He looked at Adam even as he followed the man to another door off to the left. “Where are we going?”
Adam laughed and gestured to his shorts. “I can’t leave like this. I need to change, and I have to get my stuff out of the locker. I’ll follow you to your place, but to do that, I need my keys, my wallet,” he stopped at the door and waggled his finely eyebrows. “It wouldn’t do for me to get pulled over by some cop and not have my licence on me, you know.”
Les grunted, darting a glance back at the other door. He really wanted to find
Randy—
“Come on,” Adam said as he opened a door with a nappy little sign on it that read
‘Employees Only’. “Quit glaring at that door. If you have any brilliant ideas about confronting Randy, you need to forget them for three reasons.”
When it became clear Adam was waiting for him to ask, Les did. “And what would
those reasons be?”
Adam pulled him into the room then closed the door. Les took a couple of steps then turned to keep an eye on the door as Adam spoke.
“One: You’re still in your uniform. I’m pretty sure you’d get in some deep shit for beating Randy’s ass anyway, but in uniform? You’d probably get fired at the very least.
Two:”—Adam grinned and patted Les’ groin—“You came in your pants. Got a nice wet spot right here.” Yeah, and it was cold and icky. “And three:”—Adam gave him a sultry look as he pressed up against Les’ body, his hard cock poking Les’ thigh—“I don’t want any more delays until I can get you naked.”
Les snaked his hands down Adam’s back and lightly teased his fingers over Adam’s
pert butt. God, he wanted nothing more just then than to cup that ass, to squeeze and test the firm cheeks, to pull them apart and…
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“Mmm,” Adam purred, rubbing his cheek against Les’ chest, his hands clenching on
Les’ waist. “You’re hard again—very impressive.” He opened one hand and began sliding it down.
“Don’t,” Les warned as he caught Adam’s wrist. He’d surely die of embarrassment if he came again just from a simple touch. Adam tipped his head up, looking at him through thickly lashed lids, and
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