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Chris clenched down on the still-hard flesh that filled him and pushed himself deeper into Carlos’ arms.
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    Chris took one of the big hands that held him fast and raised it to his lips. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
    “I wish I could.” Carlos nuzzled Chris’ ear. “But I have an extremely early morning appointment.”
    Chris shifted slightly so that he could see Carlos’ face. “I thought you were on vacation.”
    Carlos smiled. “Business mixed with pleasure.”
    “But I’ll see you again?”
    “You will—that you can depend on.”
    “Then, that’s okay.” Chris lifted his head to kiss Carlos on his soft, full lips. “But you don’t have to leave just yet, do you?”
    Carlos smiled down at him. “No, I do not.”
    “Mmm…” Chris clenched his ass muscles around Carlos’ hardening cock. “You feel as though you’re ready to go again.”
    “Ready when you are.”
    “Oh, I’m ready.” Chris wrapped his arms about Carlos’ neck and pulled him down for another long kiss. “Let’s go.”
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Chapter Three
    Carlos let himself into the big house his friends owned in the Hollywood Hills. He entered the impressive reception hall and stood for moment, listening to the sounds of a violin being played in the drawing room.
    Tony… What an incredible talent , he thought. Silently, so as not to disturb the musician or his audience of three, he moved across the tiled floor and waited in the drawing room doorway until the last strains of the melody had died away. It gave him a moment or two to look, with some fondness, upon the beautiful form and face of his cousin, the Lady Andorra, as she gave her lover, Tony, her rapt attention. His gaze shifted to the man who sat by his cousin’s side—his lifelong friend Marcus Verano, truly the handsomest man he had ever known. Carlos retained a special affection for Marcus, for it was he who had comforted Andorra in her time of grief for the family she had lost to the vile actions of the Comte d’Arcy.
    The attractive young man who sat nestled close to Marcus, Carlos had known only recently but had already formed a warm friendship with, was Roger Folsom—a mortal when he and Marcus had first met and fallen in love, but who had been changed through, once again, the evil machinations of their enemy, the Comte d’Arcy. A pity, Carlos had reflected many a time, that Marcus had sent d’Arcy into hiding. He would loved to have torn the contemptible Comte to shreds.
    “Bravo, Tony!”
    Carlos smiled as Marcus jumped to his feet, applauding with enthusiasm.
    He turned to smile at Carlos. “Carlos, you have just missed hearing Tony’s new composition.”
    “I heard the last few bars, and it sounded beautiful, Tony.”
    “Thanks.” Tony’s mop of unruly, dark-brown hair had fallen across his forehead, hiding his thick brows, but his eyes twinkled with pleasure. He turned to accept a kiss on his cheek from the beautiful woman who slipped a proprietary arm around his waist.
    “My Tony is a genius,” Andorra purred, hugging her man to her side.
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    “Indeed he is,” Carlos agreed. He bent slightly and leant in to kiss Andorra lightly on both cheeks. “You look beautiful as ever, my dear cousin.”
    Andorra smiled and tapped Carlos gently on his chin with her forefinger. “And where were you when Tony and I arrived? Marcus and Roger were expecting you earlier.”
    “My apologies.” Carlos smiled at his hosts. “I was detained by a most interesting and delightful young mortal.”
    “Ah…” Marcus grinned at him. “I thought it must have been something quite pressing.”
    “Pressing the flesh you mean,” Roger said, winking at Carlos. “Anyone I know?”
    “We didn’t get as far as exchanging our friends’ names,” Carlos replied, chuckling. “His name is Chris Jeffries, although I asked if I may call him Christopher. He is studying to be an