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quite apart from this business with Vale. I think I need to tell you about that later because I want to be there for him, but we never made each other any promises…” but Gil knew it would hurt Lyle anyway, if he found out.
    Miles swallowed; his brain wasn’t functioning too well. All he wanted to do was see if those lips felt as good as he remembered. He closed the distance between them and brought his mouth down on Gil’s. God, he was out of practice. Teeth clashed and he pulled back in a start with a nervous chuckle.
    Gil couldn’t help himself, he began to laugh. The tension broke. Grabbing Miles by his shirt front Gil pulled him closer and pressed their lips together. His tongue demanded entry, he wanted to experience the taste of Miles’ mouth again, and more, much more. He could but hope he didn’t scare the man away. He had no desire to push too hard. Well, not in that sense anyway.
    Miles groaned, he felt like a starving man at a three course all-you-can-eat banquet. It had been too long since he’d been kissed like that. A tiny part of his brain tried to tell him to go slow, think of Darren, but his body revolted. He wrapped his arms around Gil and pressed into him, a low guttural sound escaping as he returned the kiss with interest. He peeled his lips away and turned his attention to kissing along the jawline where his thumb had been stroking, working his way down around one side before coming back the other and returning to the man’s soft lips. The sensations seemed to travel through every part of his body, setting his nerves on fire. He ground his hard cock against Gil’s body, feeling more like a rutting stag than a human. He broke off the kiss and stood back, panting. Christ, the poor guy probably hadn’t bargained on that. “Sorry,” he muttered.
    “Sorry?” Gil’s eyebrows rose. He already missed the warmth of Miles’ body pressed against his. “What in hell have you got to be sorry for? That was…” he shook his head as his vocabulary failed him. He was panting hard.
That’s not the only thing that’s hard either
, he thought. He couldn’t ignore the response he had felt in Miles’ body; the man had been rock solid against him.
    “It’s just that I suppose I’ve wanted to do that for so long, but I was your boss and I wasn’t sure you’d welcome my… advances.” Miles sniggered at the term, he sounded like something out of an old-fashioned bodice ripper. He clenched his fists, trying to get his reactions under control. Gil didn’t seem too fazed by his rough and ready caveman technique. God, perhaps once he’d got this out of his system, he could start acting like the civilized man he was. He shook his head and laughed. Nah, he hadn’t been civilized for ages and wasn’t likely to be anytime soon. He moved closer again. “You’re not running away, I see.” He reached for Gil’s shirt and carefully undid the top button. Pausing, waiting for Gil’s response as his fingers slid to the next one.
    “Did you honestly expect me to?” Gil kept his eyes on Miles’. “You should laugh more often, you know. You’re more handsome when you laugh like that.”
    Miles blinked in surprise. “Me, handsome? You had your eyes checked lately?” He undid the second button and sped up as his fingers fumbled with the third and fourth. Once they were all open, he peeled the shirt back off Gil’s shoulders and using his eyes, just devoured the broad expanse of chest in front of him.
    “My eyes are working perfectly. You honestly don’t see it, do you?” Gil stared at him, the smile had slipped a little.
    Miles groaned. The light sprinkling of hair and the pleasure trail heading south made his cock even fuller. Even though he’d lost weight, his bloody jeans were still too tight. The sleeves of the shirt were still wrapped around Gil’s arms. Miles twisted them around, trapping Gil’s hands behind his back and leaned in to lick his nipple. He glanced up and saw that the smile had