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his jacket and set it on the back of a dining chair.
    “This is really nice,” he said as he took in rich shades of burgundy and navy and warm leather. It was all very clean and masculine yet comfortable.
    “Thanks. Want a drink?” Ben asked and Landon smiled as he went to the window.
    “I could really go for a drink,” he teased as he looked out and his eyes flared. “This view is incredible! You’re just a few stories up and not even a mile to the west but this is so much better than mine,” Landon said and he heard a soft laugh from the kitchen.
    “I’m not going to lie, I didn’t even look at the view until after I got the keys. Now, it’s the first thing I look at when I wake up every morning,” Ben said and Landon nodded as he stared out. Instead of the view, he tried to imagine Ben naked in front of the window and he was glad he had the sense to remove his jacket as heat washed over him. “Here.” Landon jumped and turned. Ben smiled as he pressed a glass into Landon’s hand.
    “Thanks,” he mumbled as he raised the glass to his lips. He took a cautious sip and then hummed in delight. “God, that’s good,” Landon said as he held the glass up. Ben nodded as he leaned against the window and watched Landon.
    “It’s a whiskey sour. I use a small batch craft whiskey and make my own sour mix,” he explained and Landon sighed and shook his head before he took another long sip then cursed under his breath.
    “You’ve just ruined every other whiskey sour I’ll ever drink. For the rest of my life,” he complained and Ben laughed.
    “Sorry?” He asked and Landon narrowed his eyes.
    “Liar,” he said and Ben shrugged then drained his glass. He waited for Landon to finish his then set their glasses on the table.
    “I’ll make you as many as you want. Later,” he said as he took Landon’s hand and pulled as he backed toward the hall.
    Once again, Ben’s lips became the center of the universe as they made their way down the hall. When Landon finally looked away, he was in the middle of Ben’s bedroom. His eyes flicked around and a pulse of anxious need had him exhaling loudly as he reached for Ben. He refused to look at the bed behind him. If he did, he’d start to think and lose any semblance of smooth he had left. Jumping up and down like a six year old or clapping would probably kill the mood, so he stayed as still as possible as his hand slid around Ben’s neck. Their lips brushed and clung as Ben guided Landon toward the bed. They stopped and Landon was glad the light was low and Ben couldn’t see his hands shake as he reached for the button at his collar. Ben shook his head and Landon groaned as lips slid from side to side along Landon’s.
    “Let me,” he breathed as his hand covered Landon’s and pulled it away. “I want to undress you,” Ben whispered as his fingers slipped the first button free and Landon nodded as he let his hand fall to his side.
    Ben should have said “unwrap”. He undid each button with such excruciating slowness and reverence, Landon was almost frantic when Ben finally slid the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. It fell to the floor and Ben’s fingers delicately traced the backs of Landon’s hands. Landon shivered as they slowly skated up his arms. Ben’s head tilted as his eyes followed his fingers and they were dark and large when they reached Landon’s. His hands worked with mesmerizing grace at Landon’s belt and Landon held his breath as Ben pulled it through the loops then sighed when it dropped. Prickling heat washed over Landon as he watched Ben’s fingers flick at the buttons of his trousers and he had to pull in a steadying breath as they slipped beneath the edge of his undershirt. Somehow, Ben managed to carefully pull it over Landon’s head and toss it aside without touching Landon’s skin. There was a rumbling groan and the muscle in Ben’s jaw twitched before he raised his hands and lightly traced Landon’s shoulders.