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James swallowed and tried to steady his breathing, his mouth suddenly dry. "Have a lot of practice in that area?"
    "Enough."
    "Ooookay. I'll just have to be sure I'm not late." James let out a long, shaky breath, knowing it traveled over the phone line. Bram's forcefulness thrilled and attracted James.
    And it scared him, too.
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    Bram's tone stayed low and sexy, but the dark edge had disappeared. "I'll see you at six, then. Dress nice, but nothing fancy. No T-shirts. Soon, Jamie."
    The line went dead before James could comment or protest. He stared at the silent handset then replaced it in its base. He wasn't used to being given orders about how to dress, but it was nice to know what was expected from him.
    That was the hardest part of dating for James, understanding a complete stranger's unspoken desires and wants, second-guessing their expectations, and, all too often for James, falling short.
    Not that he was having any trouble understanding Bram. The man was very open and obvious about his intentions and his wants. James didn't have to guess at anything the big man was thinking, not since the moment he'd laid eyes on the cowboy. Bram was forceful and straightforward. Both qualities were very appealing to James.
    One last frustrated nip at his abused lower lip and James got back to work, trying desperately not to hear the soft, rough "I'm ready for you" whispering in the back of his mind.

    ***
    Shifting his portfolio from his right hand to his left to get out his keys, James juggled the two-foot by three-foot document carrier, trying to make his short fingers wrap around the handles of both his briefcase and it at the same time. He had limited success, only saving them both from dropping to the ground by pressing them tightly to his chest.
    The pressure reawakened the burn of the abrasions dotting his torso, a lasting reminder of his first meeting with the man he was rushing home to get ready to see. The small burst of sizzling discomfort shot straight to his groin and James had to drop the portfolio lower to hide his body's response.
    He pressed the button for the elevator up to his apartment floor and stepped into the first empty car that appeared, lost in thought over his new relationship.
    For the tenth time today, a tiny warning signal flared in the back of his mind reminding him to be cautious. A total stranger, who had no qualms about inflicting physical pain on a new sexual partner, even if it was something the partner wanted, should be approached carefully.
    Certainly James had enjoyed the whole scene in the alley, nearly begged for it, was fucking outrageously turned on by it, but he was the one living with the lingering pains.
    The abrasions on his body hurt with every brush of his clothing, his ass ached and spasmed when he sat and his lips were chapped raw and swollen from the cowboy's A Bit of Rough - 21
    prickly stubble. Even James' cock felt like it had been scoured with sandpaper instead of just the cowboy's work-rough hands. If this cowboy planned on getting any rougher than last night, James would need to defy his growing attraction for the man and avoid him.
    But that wouldn't be happening right now.
    Stepping off the elevator, James jumped to one side, twisting and spinning to dodge two growling bulldogs on chains. In the effort to avoid coming into mauling range of the snarling, straining animals, James backed into their owner.
    "Watch where you're going, punk."
    A shove to his shoulder sent James stumbled back to thump against the apartment hallway wall, fumbling for hold on his slipping workload. "Sorry, I didn't see you. The dogs surprised me."
    "Afraid of a couple pets, Jamie-boy?"
    James straightened up and cast a reluctant glance at the thirty-something man holding the ends of the dog chains. Dressed in military fatigues and boots from the waist down, the square, boxy, but well-muscled man sported a sleeveless T-shirt on his upper torso and a Harley-Davidson handkerchief tied