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thigh. Matt’s groan echoed in his ear, and he could feel the heat of Matt’s cock against his belly, hot and hard. He would swear he could feel the beat of the man’s heart in it.
    The urge to hump Matt’s thigh, to rub and rub until he exploded was immediate and strong, and more than a touch unnerving.
    One hand returned to his ass, cupping him, rubbing him just a little against Matt’s body. He gasped, body bucking, rolling in a few, needy strokes before he backed off.
    “Would you like to go?” Matt asked, hand sliding down his arm where the strong fingers wrapped around his.
    “I. Where?” He wanted. He wanted to lose himself in Matt’s body.
    “My place, your place. Wherever you’re comfortable.” Matt led him off the dance floor, their hands tightly clasped.
    “Your place.” Then he could go home and figure out what the hell was wrong with him, that this man made him silly.
    “You’ve got it.” Matt kept hold of his hand, even when they stumbled out from the overheated club into the fresh night air. “My car’s a block over this way.”
    “Let me call Oliver.” He dialed as they walked.
    “Is it midnight already?” Matt smiled at him. “Time seems to fly in your company.”
    “It’s not, but... I would like to not be interrupted, Sir.”
    The phone rang, Oliver answering. “Adam.”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m checking in.”
    “You’re early. Has your evening ended already?”
    “I. No, Sir. No. I. I was going to.” Stop it, Adam. “I’m going to be unavailable at midnight, Sir.”
    “Oh, just the opposite, hmm? You’re sure, Adam?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Just one night couldn’t hurt. A night of wild passion, of need.
    “Very well, Adam.” He thought maybe he could hear a note of pleasure in Oliver’s voice. “Enjoy yourself.”
    “Yes, Sir. I’ll call in the morning.”
    “Have fun, my boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.” He hung up as they arrived at a dark, sleek sedan.
    “Everything good?” Matt held the passenger door open for him.
    “Yes. Yes.” He slid in. “I’ll call him in the morning.”
    “’Kay.” Matt’s hand slid over his shoulder, and then the door closed. A moment later, Matt was seated next to him and they were off.
    “Where do you live?”
    “On Archer. By the Centennial Park.”
    “Lovely area. My home is near the campus. Do you like it here, Sir?”
    “I do. It’s much warmer than back home, and it seems more mellow.”
    He nodded. “I love it here.”
    “You do seem very at home here, like you belong.”
    Adam shrugged. He’d been here his whole life. “What do you do for a living, if that’s not too personal?”
    “No, I want us to get to know each other better. Nothing’s too personal.” Matt flashed him a smile. “I own a gallery.”
    “How wonderful. What type of art?”
    “Modern. A number of mediums. My latest find is an artist who works in photography, painting, and sculpture. The pieces are all related and twine together. It’s quite something.”
    “Excellent. You must meet fascinating people.” This was more comfortable, making small talk. Learning about a Dominant without exposing himself.
    “I do. None more fascinating than the man with me tonight, though.”
    He blushed, chuckled. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Matt smiled at him, and then turned back to the road, pulling up into the drive of a lovely-looking house. The yard was neat, sterile but well kept. Completely different from his place.
    “It’s a bit austere at the moment. A lot of my stuff is still in boxes, and I haven’t really furnished yet. I do have a bed.” Matt gave him a wink.
    “Beds are good. It looks very manicured.”
    Matt chuckled. “Manicured. That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
    “Oh, no.” Damn it. “No, it’s lovely. There are absolutely places where manicured lawns are exactly fitting.”
    “I’m still not sure it’s a compliment.” He got a wink this time, and Matt drew him inside and down a hall.
    The house was sterile, too. Half unpacked. It