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to convey some of his thought process to the very delicious but
very drunk Mr. Hamilton, when Daniel also leaned forward, no doubt to tell
Avery something else completely inappropriate and personal. The problem was
Daniel mistook Avery’s leaning forward as a “move.” With a sharp intake of
breath, the man scooted closer and grabbed Avery’s face in his big, warm hands.
    When
their lips met, it was like a fire lit between them. Avery’s protests died on
his lips as his mouth automatically fell open, wanting, needing to taste the
delectable Daniel Hamilton.
    Daniel,
not the least bit shy, nibbled Avery’s lips with his perfect teeth. His tongue
danced sensuously in and out of Avery’s mouth, teasing it open wider. One of Daniel’s
hands moved down to Avery’s button down shirt and slipped between two buttons,
his fingers caressing Avery’s smooth chest.
    Avery
gasped, his cock straining painfully against his pants. Oh god, what the hell.
He was only human. Avery couldn’t help it—the guy was seducing him right here
on his couch and Avery was going to let him.
    But
then that pesky inner voice kicked in, scolding him for wasting a perfectly
good opportunity. Avery couldn’t just go along with this. This was the opportunity
of a lifetime, what he’d been working his entire life for. Other people would
kill for it. Avery had to stop it; he had to be the responsible one. Maybe this
was still salvageable if he just spoke up.
    So,
over his body’s shrill cries, Avery put his hands on Daniel’s chest and pushed
the man away. He stood up, adjusting his position so his tented pants weren’t
so visible. Panting, wishing to god he didn’t have to do this, he said, “I’m
sorry, Mr. Hamilton, but I think you’re drunk, and I think we’ll both regret
this later.” Like hell he would. He knew he’d never regret sleeping with a man
like Daniel—smart, talented, fucking gorgeous. But he knew Daniel would most
definitely regret it, and that’d be the end of Avery’s career.
    Daniel,
his lips swollen, his breathing ragged, stared at Avery with something very
much like hurt on his face. Avery had the strangest desire to take him in his
arms and comfort him. In spite of finding Daniel insanely attractive, in spite
of wanting to do things to him he’d only ever seen in porn, Avery still felt like
he was seeing a side of Daniel Hamilton that hardly anyone got to see.
    But
the moment was gone. Daniel sat up straight, his eyes on a mid-point on the
floor. He rubbed a hand across his face and huffed out an embarrassed laugh.
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m sorry.” He shook his head slowly,
as if he was just waking up. “My behavior has been inexcusable. I’m truly
sorry, Mr. Adams.”
    “Mr.
Adams” now. He was putting distance between them, cleaning up his mess. “It’s
all right—” Avery began but Daniel cut him off smoothly.
    “Listen,
why don’t you take the day off? I think I’m going to bail, too. Leave me your
number, will you? I’ll call you later and let you know what time to come in
tomorrow.”
    Avery’s
heart sank. He knew, from Daniel’s tone and the way the man refused to look at
him, that he’d made a big mistake. Daniel was humiliated, and he wasn’t going
to call him. He was going to forget about Avery Adams and his sorry existence. But
it’s not fair! Avery thought, scribbling down his cell phone number on a
notepad on Daniel’s desk. It’s not my fault. I did the decent thing
by stopping him—he’s drunk and vulnerable! But Avery knew things didn’t
work out according to what was fair.
    “I’ll
talk to you later,” he muttered, but Daniel didn’t reply. Avery left, closing
the door after him.
     
    The
rest of the day passed in an excruciatingly slow grind. Avery
flitted about his hole of an apartment, trying to find things to do. When he
began to clean the grout in his kitchen tile, he knew it was bad. Avery prayed
that he’d still have his apprenticeship