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though he couldn’t imagine anything more effective than the two of them working together.
    Which brought him full circle to how the hell he was going to burn off all his excess energy. Anton glanced back at the connecting door and grinned. The available options had an immediate effect on his libido. Remembering Stefan, his amazing mouth and aggressive tongue, had Anton’s cock surging against his zipper. He loosened his belt, appreciating the fullness, the heat of his erection.
    Imagining what Keisha and Xandi might be doing together even now sent a fresh surge of heat to his cock. He cupped himself through his slacks, recalling other business trips, other lonely hotel rooms. Evenings had been the worst. Occasionally, there’d been a woman to share a meal and more, but even feminine companionship hadn’t eased the aching loneliness, the soul-deep yearning he’d felt for a true mate.
    His thoughts turned once more to Stefan.
    With Keisha on the other side of the country, a pack mate would do in a pinch. Stefan had already proved that. He wasn’t Keisha, but he wasn’t bad. Anton’s grin broadened. No, Stefan wasn’t bad at all.
    The door between their rooms swung open. Stefan stood there, barefoot and shirtless, a big smile on his face. “I keep hoping to sense Xandi. Instead all I pick up is your sad but horny refrain.”
    Anton laughed. “Damn right I’m horny. The women are too far away. I can’t reach Keisha, either.”
    Stefan sauntered into the room, all Alpha male swagger and sex appeal, a man fully aware of his effect. “So… you think I’m not bad, eh? That’s all I get? A ‘not bad’?”
    “It’s a start, don’t you think?”
    “Barely. You can do better.”
    “I intend to.” Anton began unbuttoning his shirt, taking each button in slow motion. He sensed Stefan’s growing excitement.
    “I… uhm.” Stefan cleared his throat.
    Anton bit back a smile. Stefan still had trouble initiating sex with another man, no matter how often the two of them had made love. Not a problem Anton shared.
    Stefan cracked his knuckles and cleared his throat once more, before the words tumbled out of him. “I ordered in tonight. A couple of rare steaks, some potatoes… the basics. You looked tired and I know I really don’t want to go out. Hope that’s okay.”
    Maybe things were changing. Anton ducked his head to hide his smile. “Sounds good. Have you heard anything at all from the girls? I checked my phone -- no messages.”
    “No, but it’s early in California.” Stefan glanced at his wristwatch. “Just a little after three for them. They’ll call later. This was Keisha’s last day to work on the project before the dedication, so I imagine they’ve been busy.”
    “I’ve been worried about her… about both of them. I wish they weren’t so far away.”
    “They’ll be fine. She and Xandi can take care of themselves for one more night. I have to admit, though, I’ll feel a lot better when we’re all together again.”
    “Me, too.” Anton threw his shirt in his laundry bag. He straightened up slowly when he felt Stefan’s hand brush lightly over his bare shoulder. “Isn’t dinner on the way?”
    “Not for an hour. I suggested they deliver it around seven. That gives us a little time to unwind. Why don’t you sit and let me rub some of the knots out of your back? It’ll help take your mind off Keisha.”
    Anton laughed. “You must really want something if you’re offering a massage.”
    “Oh, I do.” Stefan laughed but didn’t say anything more enlightening. He did, however, slowly remove his slacks and briefs.
    Anton turned away. The need to fall on his knees in front of that perfect body, to grab Stefan’s cock and roll his tongue around its blood-filled head, to suck him deep into his mouth… damn. It would probably shock the hell out of Stefan. Generally he was the one kneeling in front of Anton.
    He bit back a grin. This was Stefan’s show. He decided to let the younger man