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dismissively. “I’m not worried about that.”
    The words helped, actually. Reid wanted Walt to believe in him, which was stupid.
    Once he had his bag packed, complete with toothbrush, Walt grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder. Such a show off.
    Walt stopped and looked at him. “What?”
    He shook his head. “Didn’t say anything.”
    “Not with your mouth, no.” Chuckling, Walt headed for the door.
    They were out the door by the time Reid realized he hadn’t even changed out of the pants he was wearing when he shot.

Chapter Four
    Walt was fucking thrilled with the way the evening was turning out. He had three days to get Reid on side. He could do amazing things with three days, really remind Reid how good they were together.
    They went up the elevator of his building, which opened up into his penthouse if you had the keycode. He liked being able to walk off the elevator and into his home, not have to worry about messing with physical keys. The room off the elevator was open, windows on two sides offering an amazing view of the city, like a grand hall or something. “Welcome.”
    “Nice building.” Ooh. Sarcasm. Reid was off-center, big time.
    “You chose it,” Walt countered. After all, he’d only bought the place because Reid’s coffee shop was already here.
    “I did. I love it here.”
    “Then you do like my building.” He gave Reid a wink.
    “I love my coffee shop.”
    “Which is in my building,” he insisted.
    Reid rolled his eyes. “It was my coffee shop first.”
    His baby was so stubborn. “Whatever.”
    “Yeah. Whatever. I don’t know what to do next.”
    “That’s okay, because I do. I show you my bedroom and we pick up where we left off at your place.” He set Reid’s bag aside—it wasn’t going to be needed until morning—then took Reid’s hand. No more worrying, no more thinking. It was time to just be what they were.
    His bedroom was down the hall to the left and also filled with windows. The shades were currently open, the city lights twinkling like stars outside. The bed was in the middle of the room, big and round, inviting.
    Walt drew Reid to it.
    Now he had his lover back where he wanted. All he had to do was prove to Reid he was worth taking a chance on, that he could give Reid everything. That was all…like it was so easy. He was willing to work for it, though. More than.
    Finding Reid’s mouth with his own again, Walt took a take-no-prisoners kiss, fucking Reid’s lips. Time to play. He didn’t waste any time, his hands moving to tug Reid’s shirt out of his hastily rebuttoned jeans.
    “Don’t rip my shirt…”
    One of his eyebrows went up, and he grabbed the collar of Reid’s shirt, tearing it off.
    “God damn it!” Reid snapped, grabbing his wrist. Someone had forgotten all his manners.
    “Someone is angling for a spanking,” Walt noted.
    “Fuck you. Just fuck you!”
    God, that was stunning. All that passion, still right there, barely hiding beneath the surface.
    Walt pushed the tatters of Reid’s shirt off his shoulders and went for the man’s jeans.
    Reid turned away, but he grabbed the man’s waistband, tugged them tightly together. “Safeword still sunflower?”
    “Yeah.”
    Now they both knew Reid had it and could use it any time he wanted to. It gave Walt the freedom he needed to just go for it.
    He swatted Reid hard, making sure the blow could be felt through the denim. “Yeah, Sir,” he barked.
    “Fuck you.”
    He swatted Reid again, even harder this time. Groaning, Reid tried to pull away, but Walt wrapped himself around Reid. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He dropped his hand down, cupped Reid’s painfully hard cock where it pushed out of Reid’s jeans. “What’s more, you don’t really want to.”
    “I hate you.” Reid’s hips rocked into his touch.
    “I hate you too.” He knew what their words really meant. So did Reid.
    Tugging at Reid’s pants, Walt dragged them down over Reid’s hips so he could get to that