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    Hands parted his ass cheeks, slicked the tender entrance of his anus with swift, sensual, expert strokes. Brad must have done this a dozen times. A hundred, a thousand, even. The thought made Sean gulp. Why would a guy like Brad Hennessy want a nobody like him? Brad was handsome, confident, and successful. And if the rumors were true, he was also rich. Very, very rich. A man like him could have anyone he wanted, male or female. Why bother with someone like Sean, a guy who couldn’t even own up to his own desires?
    The thoughts dissipated as he felt the warm, insistent weight of Brad’s cock pressing against his ass.
    This was it. The moment he’d been dreading.
    The moment he’d been yearning for.
    He gripped the bed sheets in his fists, his leg muscles quivering as he fought to keep himself from thrusting backward and impaling his body on Brad’s hard cock.
    When it came, the breach was much less painful than he’d expected. True to his word, Brad went slow, teasing and caressing, ensuring his partner’s tight anal passage had enough time to adjust to the intrusion before pushing deeper. Sean’s breath hitched in his throat. He focused on the dark pillowcase, watching it change color as firelight flickered back and forth over the crumpled fabric. Anything to take his mind off the fact that the way Brad filled him felt more incredible than anything he’d ever experienced.
    The man’s shaft fit him perfectly. It stretched his inner muscles, sating his curiosity and eager desire. He heard himself cry out as Brad’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking even as he thrust inside his ass, the rhythm of the two sensations conspiring to make him lose his mind.
    Stay with me. Stay forever .
    Sean woke with a start, his body arcing in one smooth movement, his hand clamped tightly around his cock. Hot cum spurted from his shaft and curved through the air, landing on his stomach. His breath came in harsh, ragged gasps while his mind hovered on the edge of denial. Images of Brad pushed through to the surface, along with traces of those last whispered words.
    Sean clenched his jaw, squelching the memories and frantic fantasies down into oblivion. Aside from that final plea, the dream had been the same. His fevered mind was playing tricks on him; that was all. Brad didn’t want him. Not for a night, and certainly not for eternity. He’d made that much perfectly clear three nights ago, and now that Sean was awake, he could control his thoughts rather than let his subconscious control him.
    Gritting his teeth, Sean withdrew his sticky hand from around his dick. His cock still pulsed with wet heat, the last remnants of his orgasm oozing from his slit to drip onto his hip and slide down to the sheets.
    “Fuck,” he gasped as he turned onto his side, not caring that he lay in a wet spot of his own making.
    The electronic readout on the bedside clock taunted him with its bright green glow. “Oh, fuck!”
    Sean jumped out of bed, pausing only long enough to cast another disbelieving glance at the clock. He should have been at the office an hour ago. The meeting he’d thought of as his salvation from a lifetime of brewing and serving coffee had begun without him.
    Sean jumped under a freezing jet of water and winced at the quick clenching of his muscles. He needed the cold shower as much to wake up as to cool his raging libido. After three minutes, Sean had to admit the ice-cold spray couldn’t wash away the reminder of his body’s response to a man who obviously wanted nothing to do with him after a brief romp.
    In fact, it was only making him angry. Damn the stupid dreams that urged him to seek out the Hard Delights Amusement Park. Damn his friends for taking him there.
    And damn, damn, damn Brad Hennessy for shaking up his life with nothing more than a crumpled piece of paper and a grin.
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    Fifteen minutes later, Sean pushed through the main entrance into the lobby of Aaron Sheen Enterprises.
    The secretary, a