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reconsider or come to his senses or realize he was much too beautiful for the likes of Galen.
    But all of those considerations just disappeared with Zach’s mouth on his.
    His unerring focus, his goal, became Zach. Tasting him. Feeling him. Breathing him in and feeding that rush, that unrepentant thrumming of blood through his heart. The heart that refused to shut down, even though he knew this was probably only going to be one night.
    They were touching at one point—lips against lips—and it wasn’t nearly enough, yet it was all he’d ever wanted.
    Then Zach’s tongue, warm and wet, teased at Galen’s lips, coaxing them open, and Galen couldn’t understand how out of control Zach could make him with one simple kiss.
    Galen opened, let Zach inside him, and he didn’t know which one of them moaned, but the sound was low, deep, needy. Then Zach’s arms wrapped around Galen, crashing their bodies together, Zach’s thigh set between Galen’s leg, their bodies moving in an awkward, unsynced tangle of lips, teeth, tongue and limbs…
    Until they gave up the fight for control. And without thought, without word, they fit.
    Zach’s fingers at the back of his neck, teasing at his nape, held him in a tight grip that brought them—impossibly—closer together. Zach’s teeth nipped at Galen’s bottom lip, his other hand set over Galen’s heart, then brushing over Galen’s nipple with a too gentle touch that drove Galen mad.
    Galen arched his back, settling his hardening cock into the divot between stomach and thigh, where he could feel Zach, just as deliciously hard, rocking against him.
    Galen snaked his hand around Zach’s ass and ground their bodies together. That’s when Galen realized Zach still had that damn cupcake in his hand. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down to find the dessert smashed between them and that red frosting smeared across his chest and Zach’s shirt. But when he went to throw the ruined pastry, Zach stopped him, a wicked brilliant smile lighting up his chiseled features.
    Zach gripped the cupcake in his hand. “Not yet.”
    Galen obeyed. Because who the fuck would be stupid enough to argue with a man who could look adorable and dangerous in the same heartbeat?
    Zach lifted the cupcake to his lips, making sure Galen was watching him as he swirled his tongue through the sugary mess.
    Galen was rapt. Frozen. And so fucking hard that all of the blood must have abandoned his brain, because all he could think as he looked at Zach was that he needed some part of Zach in his mouth. Now. With some of that red frosting.
    There were sprinkles on Zach’s lips and Galen put his finger against them, swiping them away and sucking his finger into his own mouth as Zach stared at him.
    Zach shivered, set the cupcake down on the desk, then brought two of his fingers—coated in that damning red sweetness—up to Galen’s lips. He traced the line of Galen’s mouth with the frosting. That was all the invitation Galen needed. He sucked Zach’s fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them until Zach’s knees were practically giving out. Zach let loose a moan that he probably had no intention of uttering so loudly and it rumbled through Galen—visceral and intimate—as if it was Zach’s cock in Galen’s mouth and not just his fingers.
    “Get them nice and wet. I want to jack us off together,” Zach commanded.
    It didn’t matter that Galen was used to being the one in charge at his job. When it came to the bedroom, he preferred to give away control most days. He liked it that way. He fantasized quite often about taking a different set of orders. Orders for him to strip and bend over his bed. And maybe his need to be taken was because there was an imbalance within himself he needed to set right again. He was the one who’d kept himself from doing this for way too long. So if it was in his power—and it damn well was in this moment—then he was going to allow Zach to do whatever the