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could feel the blush rising on his cheeks. Damn, first he failed as a porn star, and now he can’t even succeed as a fling.
    “Nothing to be sorry about.” Vance sat beside him and rubbed his hands. “We don’t have to do anything.”
    “B-but you paid for the room.”
    Vance’s deep chuckle calmed Patrick’s racing heart. “I didn’t pay for you, though. If you don’t want to have sex we don’t have to. Take your shoes off.”
    Patrick obediently pushed off his shoes.
    “Scoot back.” Vance motioned for Patrick to lean against the pillows.
    Patrick nodded and lay completely on the bed.
    Vance took off his shoes and nothing else. He slid up beside Patrick.
    “Come here,” he motioned Patrick closer.
    Patrick snuggled up to Vance as the dark-haired man wrapped his strong arms around Patrick. Vance smelled of a luscious cologne that made Patrick want to strip him bare and explore where else Vance might have placed the scent.

After several long, deep breaths, Patrick could feel the tension slowly fading from his body.
    Vance slid his large hands across Patrick’s back in soothing circles. The combination of calming touch and amazing fragrance soon had Patrick feeling less panic and more arousal.
    His cock hardened in his pants, making their tight fit uncomfortable. He didn’t know how to go from comforting embrace to sweaty sex. After minimal lovemaking in his past, he wasn’t equipped with the experience to seduce anyone.
    Maybe that’s why he didn’t do well at the audition. Maybe the producer could sense Patrick’s lack of experience.
    He tentatively placed a kiss on the bit of flesh exposed over Vance’s collar. “You’re going to wrinkle your jacket,” Patrick mentioned. He hoped he sounded nonchalant and not desperate to see Vance’s naked body.
    Vance froze. The slow touches halted. “You want me to take off my jacket?”
    Patrick shrugged. “I thought you might be more comfortable.”
    “Good idea.” Vance slid off the bed and removed his jacket and with a moment’s hesitation took off his tie.
    Patrick sat up to see better.
    Vance’s gaze met Patrick’s. A corner of his mouth tilted up. “Anything else you want me to

take off?”
    Patrick nodded like an idiot, his voice deserting him. Apparently Vance liked idiots because he only smiled and began to unbutton his shirt.
    Drooling probably wouldn’t be the smoothest move ever. Patrick swallowed rapidly as Vance parted his shirt and revealed a nicely furred chest.
    Yum.
    “Do you think you could return the favor?”
    Vance nodded toward Patrick.
    “Um, sure.” He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Self-consciously, he crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Hey, none of that now. You’re too pretty to hide yourself,” Vance scolded.
    “I’m not pretty,” Patrick muttered avoiding Vance’s eyes.
    Vance climbed up on the bed and straddled Patrick’s legs. “You are very pretty. You have all that smooth skin, and I just want to spread whipped cream across your body and lick it off.”
    Patrick nervously coughed. “Um, I could agree to that.”
    Vance jumped off the bed and grabbed the phone. He pressed a button and waited for a response. “I’d like to order a bowl of whipped cream. No, nothing else. Thank you.”
    He hung up the phone.
    “Are they bringing it?”

“It’ll be ten minutes.” Vance’s smile, slow and sexy, caused a flush of heat through his body.
    “Um what will we do until then?” Patrick asked.
    “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
    Vance’s eyes crinkled adorably.
    Patrick didn’t tense up when Vance climbed up on the bed. Vance leaned over and brushed his lips across Patrick’s. A gentle slide of mouths.
    Vance’s touch excited Patrick more than anyone he’d met before. His one brief encounter with passion had nothing on this. Of course, his last lover didn’t look like a god in human form.
    “Easy, honey, I’ll take good care of you,” Vance promised.
    “I know