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biting down on the bait. Now’s not the time to start cracking our nest eggs.” He glanced at his watch. “Gentlemen anything else? I have another meeting to catch.”
    “I believe we’ve covered everything today.” A new voice in on the conference spoke up to answer.
    “Very well, Brent will you call the meeting adjourned.”
    “Of course chairman.” The new voice responded to the addressed name.
    Maxum jumped up, grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on. “Gentlemen.” He punched a button, disconnecting the line and headed out in a rush, advising his assistant to postpone the rest of his day until further notice and out the door he went.
     
    Maxum followed the direction on the GPS and found the motorcycle shop just shortly before lunch. He sat outside the shop, watching as a few men walked about on the other side of the large display window. All three wearing dingy blue coveralls smudged in grease, but neither of them was his man.
    What the hell was he doing here? Last night had been incredible, this morning even better. Beyond even that, to be so consumed inside the storm of lust that he let the man fuck him after he’d rutted the man until he was drained of every drop of his seed.
    Maxum was about to start the car back up and leave while he still could, when the man stuck on his brain walked into view. There was no mistaking the half-naked man. Where the hell had he developed such perfect muscle tone? Maxum involuntarily licked his lips in anticipation of licking Darko’s body over and his cock throbbed in his slacks, painfully. He woke up that morning with his cock inside Darko— looking at the desirable body now he knew— it hadn’t been enough . There was no leaving now.
     
    “Hey Darko!” One of the guys called towards the back just as Maxum stepped in, but Maxum already had the man pinpointed. “You got company!” The other two working on the gutted Iron Eagle jeered amongst themselves.
    Maxum ignored them as he walked past, not waiting for the invitation. He hadn’t planned to do anything but invite Darko over for a night, or perhaps it might take the whole weekend to get enough of him, but that was all, just ask and get out. Yet one look at the man up close and Maxum was doomed to fail in his plan. Muscular arms tanned from hours of being outdoors were soaked to the elbows in black crude, while sweat sheened across his back. All of the above perfectly packaged with the firm ass gift-wrapped tightly in faded jeans.
    Darko turned and faced him, his front frame was doubly enticing— the sight slammed him. Sweat and grease had never been his style or so Maxum thought, because right now, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on a man. His mouth watering instantly for a taste of Darko and he was hooked.
    A sheepish grin came over the man as Maxum took a step toward him while he was trying his best to wipe some of the oil off his hands with a shop towel. “Surprise visit— I like those.” Darko welcomed him with a voice as dark as a Bohemian black lager. A thumb moved up to lazily glide over some invisible itch, leaving a black smudge across the golden skin of a pec muscle, just above a tight pale, mauve colored nipple. Had it been edible, Maxum would have already jumped the man to lick it off. Just the sight had Maxum breathing deeply, and some proverb along the lines of, if he kisses me, that’s it, we’re fucking .
    “Hey Darko, looks like you might need some space, so we’re cutting out for lunch. We’ll be awhile!” One of the three at the other end of the shop, called out.
    Darko gave a slight upward nod of acknowledgment, but his eyes didn’t leave Maxum, dark blue eyes brimming with lust.
    “Didn’t think I was so obvious.” Maxum commented, not in the least shamed or concerned at the moment, but rather amused by it.
    “No, but I am.” Darko rolled his lips in and licked over the top one seductively as if savoring some fond memory as his gaze drifted over the silk suited man