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Clooney or Cary Grant would be more appropriate.
    Aidan indicated a spot on the rug in front of a low coffee table. “Sit down, and I’ll be there as soon as I can get these off.” He began to remove his boots.
    Boots in August—Pete pulled off his flip-flops and lined them up underneath the coffee table, wondering again how Aidan kept so cool. A hookah sat on the table, beautiful and unusual-looking, with ornate gold filigree around the base. Trust Aidan not to have an ordinary pipe , Pete thought as Aidan joined him on the rug, now barefooted.
    “That’s an interesting hookah,” Pete said, just for the sake of something to say, watching Aidan ready the bowl and light the charcoal.
    “Isn’t it a beauty?” Aidan asked, caressing the base of the hookah. He took a hit and passed the hose to Pete. “A friend got it for me in London.”
    Pete pulled the pot smoke into his lungs, held it, and let it go. “Your whole place is, like, classy. That’s a great screen,” he added as his eyes lit on a large wooden screen with inlaid panels that looked Japanese. It must have cost a fortune. So, Aidan is gorgeous, talented, and rich . A real catch, as Angie would say, if Pete were interested in that kind of thing… which he wasn’t. He was here for a hookup and nothing more.
    “I love that screen. I like beautiful things.” Aidan took another toke.
    Aidan’s mouth is a beautiful thing , Pete mused, riveted by the stream of smoke issuing slowly from between his full lips. He accepted the hose from Aidan, inhaled, and drifted, his eyes lingering on Aidan’s mouth. Goddamn. It’s a crime how beautiful he is. A fucking crime.
    “Hey.” Aidan’s voice was soft. Pete lifted his eyes from Aidan’s mouth with a guilty start to find him pinning him with a sultry gaze. “Come here.”
    Pete needed no second invitation. Sex! Hoping it would blot out the weirdness he was feeling, he scooted closer to Aidan, who put a warm hand around the back of his neck. Pete thought he meant to kiss him, but Aidan brushed his lips over his earlobe instead, whispering, “So fucking adorable,” and then kissed his way down Pete’s throat while he gripped his thigh.
    Pete inhaled shakily, breathing in Aidan’s spicy scent, savoring the warmth of Aidan’s mouth as it moved along his skin. He cupped Aidan’s head with his hand, letting his fingers sink into his long hair. That he was playing with Aidan Emery’s hair at all, after years of fantasizing about it, was incredible. He gave it an experimental tug and was rewarded by the pleased sound Aidan made in the back of his throat.
    “Let’s get horizontal. But first, take this off.” Aidan pushed Pete’s T-shirt up and over his head. “Oh,” he said, green eyes scanning his chest, “you’re so pretty.”
    Pretty ? Pete considered that even worse than being called adorable, but fuck —Aidan could call him anything he wanted as long as he kept rubbing his thumbs over Pete’s nipples like that.
    “I gotta lie down for this,” Pete breathed, feeling dizzy, and Aidan just smirked, the sexy bastard.
    As Pete lowered his back to the floor, Aidan followed, lying on top of him but bracing himself with his elbows so their lower bodies melded together and— oh, hello . Aidan wore tight pants that made no secret of the fact he was well endowed, but his huge cock rubbing up against Pete’s own was— God . Pete grabbed Aidan’s ass with both hands and pulled him closer without even thinking about it.
    “I like your hands on me.” Aidan’s mouth formed a sexy pout as he moved his hips in a slow grind, but when he and Pete made simultaneous “mmmmm” sounds, Aidan’s pout morphed into a grin. “We hummed in stereo!”
    Pete laughed. “We make beautiful music together, schweetheart,” he drawled in his best Bogart imitation. Maybe it was the pot helping him relax and float along in the moment, or the fact that his body was alive with all kinds of pleasurable sensations, but he