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undid a shirt button peeking out over
    Brandon’s vest and slid his hand inside, all smooth fabric and smooth
    skin and God, he had to have this man. “Or we could just, you know,
    do this instead.” Questing fingers found a nipple, pinched gently.
    Brandon’s head tipped back on a moan, irritation forgotten.
    Jonathan’s free hand traveled up Brandon’s throat, slid round to
    the back of his head. He cupped Brandon’s skull in his palm for a few
    precious moments before seizing a handful of hair. Brandon gasped,
    but didn’t try to pull away. In fact, he leaned into it, head lol ing back
    into Jonathan’s grasp.
    Impossible to resist that sleek, smooth expanse of throat, pulse
    throbbing visibly, clean line of ginger scruff beneath the chin.
    Jonathan locked his lips on it and sucked hard, Brandon’s breath
    catching as his teeth nipped hot flesh. He tightened his fingers,
    yanked Brandon’s head back and held him there, trailing lips and
    teeth along the underside of Brandon’s jaw. When he’d taken his
    fill— for the moment, anyway —he pushed Brandon’s head back down
    until their lips met, then guided Brandon’s mouth to his own throat.
    “If you shove my face into your crotch again,” Brandon rumbled,
    teeth flashing , “I’m gonna fucking bite you.”
    Jonathan chuckled, fingers tightening past the point of pain in
    Brandon’s hair—Brandon gasped against his throat, teeth scraping
    again—and said, “I didn’t hear you complaining last night, Mr. So
    Turned On I Came In My Pants.”
    “Oh, you fucker . . . ”
    Brandon’s hands reached up to tangle in Jonathan’s hair. “Ah ah
    ah,” Jonathan said, very deliberately taking one of Brandon’s wrists,
    then the other, and laying them across Brandon’s lap.
    “What, I don’t get to touch you back?”
    “You have to earn it first.”
    Brandon snorted, shook his head—or tried to, anyway; Jonathan’s
    fist in his hair held him fast. “You think awfully highly of yourself,
    don’t you.”
    An insult on the surface, but the man was smiling, smiling,
    endless rows of straight white teeth on display. Jonathan jerked his
    chin at Brandon’s crotch and said, “Your cock seems to think pretty
    highly of me too. Perhaps it’d like a kiss?”
    “Well, fuck,” Brandon said.
    Exactly.
    As if on cue, the limo rolled to a halt. A few seconds later, Jonathan’s
    driver opened the door. No shock at the sight that greeted him; he’d
    been with Jonathan long enough to expect far more salacious things
    than a simple kiss.
    Brandon gave a nervous chuckle and whispered, “Planning on
    letting go of my hair, or are we just gonna fuck in the back of the limo
    like a couple of teenagers?”
    Jonathan smiled and gave one last hard yank on Brandon’s hair.
    Brandon winced, made a face at him and rubbed at his head when
    Jonathan let go.
    “The limo’s nice, but my bed’s much nicer.”
    “Must be a damn nice bed. Lead on, then.”
    He couldn’t help but notice how Brandon’s eyes widened when
    he got a look at the building—clearly dazzled, almost slack-jawed.
    But Brandon didn’t try to linger; they hurried through the lobby
    hand in hand, Jonathan nodding at the doorman and security guard
    as they greeted him, pul ing Brandon along behind him to his private
    elevator. As it started the long slow climb to the penthouse, he turned
    to Brandon, backed him into a wall and bracketed that narrow waist
    in both arms. “So,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle at his throat. “Thirty-
    four floors. Whatever shall we do in the meantime?”
    Brandon smirked. “You could suck my dick this time,” he said,
    putting his hands on Jonathan’s shoulders. But when he tried to push
    him down, Jonathan refused to budge.
    Brandon sighed. “So I can’t touch you, you won’t blow me . . .
    remind me again what I’m doing here?”
    “I just thought this time you’d like to come with your pants off .”
    “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are