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danced on its rapidly engorging head.
    He pressed the phone tighter to his ear, slightly confused by the loud background noises until he remembered the cowboy worked a construction site. James forced himself to concentrate on Cowboy's words.
    "Bram Lord. What can I do for you?"
    James felt his stomach tighten with excitement. "Ah, Bram, hi. It's me, James. From last night. You said to call. So I'm, ah, calling."
    The background noise became muffled and the reception suddenly got clearer. James mentally pictured the big man in full denim garb and a hard hat, gritty with concrete dust and sweat streaking his tanned, chiseled face, phone tucked to the side of his face.
    Leather work gloves smoothed the rough hands and various tools hung from Cowboy's belt, completing James' fantasy.
    He had to reach down the front of his pants and shift his aching erection to a more comfortable position or risk talking an octave above normal for the rest of the conversation.
    James didn't think it was possible but the man's voice got even sexier.
    "Jamie!" The one word was said with so much genuine pleasure James blushed. Bram continued, "I'm really glad you decided to call. I've been kicking myself all morning for being so chivalrous last night. I would have called you over breakfast. Or called you over to have breakfast."
    Pleased by Bram's willingness to reveal his continuing attraction so easily, James took courage from the admission.
    "I don't eat breakfast, but thanks for the thought. If tonight is still a go, you'll need my address." A slight pause on the other end of the line made James' heart skip a beat.
    "Unless you've changed your mind?"
    "What? Hell, no, Jamie. Dinner is on. Six o'clock. I was just searching for a piece of paper. To write your address on." There was the rustle of paper and Bram's voice faded for a moment, like he was switching hands with the phone. "Don't want to make any A Bit of Rough - 19
    mistakes and show up late. I hate being late." Bram's voice sounded closer, like he had pressed the mouthpiece to his face. "Shoot, Tiger, I'm ready for you."
    The last was said with a bit more sultriness. James had a visual of the big man naked and hard, broad muscles oiled and flexed, one massive, rough palm soothing up and down his straining cock, while the other hand gestured to James to come closer. A husky whisper proclaimed, "I'm ready for you."
    James gasped at the rush of blood that filled his cock then fumbled with the phone when the sultry come-on was repeated in his ear. This time Bram sounded perplexed.
    "I'm ready for you. Jamie? I know you're still there, I can hear you panting. You okay?"
    James bit his lower lip hard, letting the pain distract his soaring libido. He winced when a tooth cut into a small crack in his chapped lip. "Ow. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, fine. Ah, someone just . . . stopped by my office for a second. I got distracted by you -- them, them. But you're -- they're gone now."
    The warm chuckle James remembered from last night rumbled across the telephone line, losing none of its heat along the way. "Good. I'd hate to think I'd lost your attention already. Now give me your address. I have to get back to work."
    "Oh, sorry. I live in the Butler Building on West 12th. Apartment 4C, at the end of the hall. You have to be buzzed up, but I should be home in plenty of time before six." James rubbed his thumb over his sore lip. He couldn't decide whether he hoped Bram would shave tonight or not.
    "I hope so." The big man's voice took another dive to the deep end of the vocal pool.
    "Like I said, I'm not fond of late. In my world, late gets you punished."
    The implied, playful threat sent a flash of lust and desire burning down every nerve ending in James' body. He felt sweat break out on his skin and a chain reaction of gooseflesh followed. He shivered, almost dropping the phone.
    "Punished? What kind of punishment?"
    "Whatever fits the crime; fits the criminal. I like to be creative."
    "Uh-huh. Ah, um."