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.His eyes met Sasha’s and they stared at each other a moment.The bigger man’s gaze swept over him and Sasha was very aware of how the robe gaped in the front, but he wasn’t about to clutch it closed.Let the other man look if he wanted too.It was probably just at the bruises.Sasha moved farther into the room, toward the table.Steve said nothing, just pushed off from the wall.“I’ll be back,” he told Neal.“You sure you don’t want a bite of this?” Neal asked over his shoulder, shaking the skillet and drizzling wine over its contents.Sasha walked over to the table and Steve said something about taking care of personal business.Neal laughed.Sasha turned as the big man slipped into the hall and close the door, silent as a ghost.“Have a seat,” Neal invited.“Thank you,” Sasha told him, nervous like a fourteen-year-old with his first crush.He couldn’t seem to keep still, fidgeting in his seat.“What would you like to drink?”“Iced tea.Iced tea is fine.” He cleared his throat.Neal served the meal on heavy grey ceramic plates.He set one in front of Sasha and got the iced tea.Sasha eyed the chicken and sighed.On the other hand, the plate overflowed with colorful vegetables—onion, baby corn, snap peas—all in a ginger wine sauce that smelled divine.He edged the chicken to one side and ate everything else.“What do you do when you’re not picking fights in the alley, Doc?”Sasha took a sip of the tea.His eyes widened.It tasted incredible, something with mango and sweetener.“I’m a veterinary trauma surgeon.”“No shit.”He nodded.“Yeah.I specialize in large animals and exotics.”“Here in Chicago?”“No, actually.Not yet, anyway.I’m here about a job at Northwestern.”Neal’s eyes widened.“Impressive.”He preened, he couldn’t help it.“Thank you.”The big man looked at his plate.“The sauce too spicy?”He hesitated.He really didn’t want to be ungrateful, but… “I don’t eat meat.”“Oh.Jeez, I’m sorry.”“How would you know? It’s okay.This is incredible.”Neal smiled, his cinnamon-brown eyes crinkling.“Thank you.”“You like to cook?”He shrugged.“It’s what I did after I got out of the service.I used my GI Bill and went to cooking school.This place pays well, but I love to cook.”Sasha smiled.“Well, you do it really well.”Neal leaned forward and Sasha froze.“Flattery will get you everything.” He stood and went to the fridge.Holy crap, the man was hot.He took a slurp of iced tea and watched Neal move.He walked with contained power and silence.Sasha tried to concentrate, but he had nothing else on his plate to eat.He rose and went over to the sink and then stared at the faucet, unsure where to put his hands.Neal walked over.It was only in Sasha’s imagination that he put his hands on Sasha’s ass and started to fuck him against the counter.He turned, discovering Neal right behind him.Concern shown in the other man’s eyes, mixed with interest.A calloused finger traced along one of the cuts on his cheek.Sasha pulled his head away.“Did I hurt you?”“No,” Sasha rushed to reassure him.“But I look like a circus freak.”“Fishing for compliments?”He glared before looking away.He’d forgotten how he looked while they ate, absorbed in the conversation.It came back to him now.A warm palm cupping the good side of his jaw lifted his head back up.An intense gaze met his.“You want some sorbet? You still hungry?” Neal asked, his breath close enough to stir the hair on Sasha’s neck.Sasha turned.“Not for dessert.” It just popped out.His face heated and he tried to look away, but Neal’s rich, dark cinnamon eyes held his and the firm pressure of the larger man’s hand stopped the motion before it began.“You’re still injured,” he murmured, moving Sasha’s face up and to the side in order to see the bruising better.Sasha panted and his damned cock woke.It didn’t seem to notice his soreness; instead it started an ache of its own.This close to the other man, there was no way he could hide it.Neal bent closer and Sasha couldn’t look away from his mouth.He wanted those lips on him like he’d wanted nothing else in a long, long time.Neal caught his wrists in his hands, the heat from the calloused palms like a balm.Neal lifted Sasha’s wrists and pinned them against the cabinets behind him, then licked along the unbruised side of his throat.Sasha moaned, a higher-pitched sound than he was used to hearing from himself, but he couldn’t stop it.His cock, erect now, bumped Neal’s hip through the silk robe.The big man chuckled.“So eager.”“I…” Sasha trailed off when Neal’s gaze caught his again.Never could he imagine while watching Neal last night on stage that this would happen.Neal cocked his head.“How sore are you?”It took a try or two before he managed to make a sound.“The ribs hurt bad, but the rest is all right.My head doesn’t hurt anymore.”Neal smirked again, the arrogance only a true top could muster.All of a sudden, Sasha wanted to be dominated by this man, completely and totally.Neal let go of Sasha’s right wrist and ran his thumb along Sasha’s lower lip.Sasha pulled the digit into his mouth and sucked, hard, on the thick skin and knuckles.Neal made a low, growling noise of approval and Sasha closed his eyes to concentrate, imagining another part of Neal’s anatomy in his mouth.Neal’s other hand let go of him and slipped inside the robe.The calloused palm wrapped around his cock.Sasha left his hands where the other man placed them.“So ready,” Neal murmured.“Please,” Sasha whispered, undone.Neal’s fingers traced lower and then stroked his shaved ball sac.“So smooth,” he noted with a purr in his voice.“Are you a good little bottom?”Since Sasha couldn’t talk he nodded, lost in the sensations and the desire for Neal to grip his shaft again.Instead, Neal’s hand cupped his cheek and held his head stationary.“Look at me.”He did as he was told, panting with desire.“What’s your safe word?”Oh Gods.His heart started to pound, and his cock bobbed above the hand massaging his balls.Did he really mean it? “It’s Lemon,” he managed to pant.“You attached? Got anyone calling you theirs?”Sasha shook his head.“No.No, I’m single.” Please.Please fuck me…Neal stepped back, letting go of him.“You’re injured.On drugs too.We should probably wait.” He turned away.“Please.” Sasha wanted to sob with need.“Please, Neal.”“It’s Boss.Not Neal.”He wanted to shout with joy.“Boss.”“No fucking for now, you’ll have to wait for that.”Sasha nodded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]