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Adam brushed away without saying a word. His body language was just as suave and suggestive as it had been the night before. He followed Elliot’s footsteps around the room, first with his gaze, then moving up close behind him.
    “You know, you didn’t have to go to this much effort to get me up here. The offer’s still open that I made last night.”
    Elliot turned to face his old lover. “I haven’t lured you here. Becca’s curious about you, which is hardly surprising given what she saw.”
    Adam’s arm shot out. His hand hit the wall to the side of Elliot’s head, neatly trapping him. “What she saw was fuck all compared to what I have planned. Remember what we used to do?”
    Elliot shook his head.
    “Huh—who do you think you’re lying to? I know you remember. Your body certainly remembers. Your cock gets hard at the mere suggestion of my touch. Bet you haven’t mentioned how far it went. You should tell her what it’s like between us.”
    Elliot futilely tried to shove him off. “It didn’t go anywhere,” he growled into Adam’s face.
    “Oh, man, you’re such a dick.” Adam shook his head so that his black hair swooshed against the back of his leather jacket. “That’s right, pretend it never happened. Pretend that you’re completely straight. You should tell her the truth, mate. You’re more bent than I am.”
    They glared at one another, eyes ablaze, though with hunger or anger it was hard to tell.
    “The past is of no relevance to who I am now.” Elliot’s shoulders hunched up towards his ears. “Just because you’ve resurfaced from the bottom of the slime pool doesn’t mean I have to dredge up any more old crap. Things are different now. And there isn’t an ‘us’, so how exactly could I tell her what it’s like between us?”
    “There is an us. There’s always been an us. No matter how much you’d like to see her come between us.” Adam leaned a little closer, not so that they were touching, but so that there was no question of the intimacy between them. His breath stirred the strands of Elliot’s hair at the side of his ear.
    “Adam, quit fooling around and back off.” Elliot shoved a hand against Adam’s chest, but failed to move him more than a millimetre. “And quit with the innuendos. I’m a married man. I can’t do this reunion fuck thing, or whatever it is you think I’m up for.”
    ‘What are you protesting for?’ Becca wanted to shout. She mouthed the words, ‘Don’t object. Do’.
    Thank God that Adam wasn’t easily put off. “You’re up for it. So is she. If she knew you were coming to get me, why’s she missing? You told me yourself she’s intrigued. Maybe she’s not as aggrieved about our little grope last night as you make out. Maybe, she’s actually giving us some space to get reacquainted.”
    A moment later, Adam spread his fingers wide across the back of Elliot’s head, holding him still. Their gazes locked, lips slowly parted. “Are you going to turn the dead lock or am I? Unless you prefer to leave it so that she can walk in and see how much of a pervert you are?”
    “I’m not.”
    “Sure you are, with your button-down collar and your pin-stripes. You’ve turned into a corporate whore. Doesn’t mean I can’t still see what’s underneath. I bet you’ve done her a few times on the office desk, and had a few burns off the office carpet. Does she like to watch you fuck her? She seems the sort to like some good visuals.”
    “Adam, lay off talking about her.”
    “Make you nervous, does it?” Adam backed Elliot fully up against the wall to the left of the wardrobe and smacked a kiss upon his lips. “I think this might be a little game you’re playing with me. You know I never could resist a bit of dress-up and a challenge.”
    “It’s not a game.”
    “Isn’t it? Okay. Well, if it’s not a game and it’s not an invitation, what is it?” Adam’s gaze strayed over to the wardrobe. Elliot’s followed. It was as if they