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. I don't see any Scott Daly here, baby.Just usperverts.""Nobody here but us chickens? He leaned back, grabbeda stalk of asparagus, and started nibbling."That's right. Dillon leaned forward and bit the end of Dal'sasparagus.The man's hands were on him again, pushingthe leather jacket off his shoulders."Asparagus thief. Mmm.the place was warm enough tobe comfortable, cool enough to make his nipples peak."Told you I was a perv. The tip of Dillon's tongue touchedone of his nipples, then cold air blew over it."Oh. His belly went tight, pecs jerking and bunching up.Yum. "Oh, yeah. Dillon grabbed a lemon and squeezed it overDal's skin, the juices running over his nipple.Then Dillon'stongue followed the same path, flat, dragging over his skin. Mmm.better even than lobster.""Perv. Lemon-flavored businessman.Hrm.Possibly betterthan buttered businessman.Or maybe not."Real perversion would be stuffing grapes up your ass.""That would be a little.squishy. Man, that was a weirdvisual.Dillon chuckled and sprayed more lemon on Dal's skin,licking along his breastbone and over to his other nipple. We don't want squishy. Dillon's tongue circled his nipple,and then his teeth struck, biting. We want hard."Dal was fairly sure he should say something, he just couldn'tfind the words.He groaned, arching up into Dillon's mouth."Someone's still hungry, murmured Dillon.Teeth andtongue worked his nipple, sucking and biting and pulling upheat."The.the lobster is good. Hungry.Fuck.Hot.He leanedback, heart pounding, hips and ass sliding on Dillon'sslacks."Lobster. Dillon laughed, and backed off, dammit. If that's really what you want, I can accommodate you. Thedark eyes twinkled at him as Dillon reached for another biteof lobster, rubbed it over his lips, coating them with garlicbutter.He bit at the lobster and if he caught Dillon's fingers,so much the better. You want more than just lobster. Dillon's fingers lingered, played with his lips, dipped into hismouth to run over his teeth."I do. He wanted everything, from fucking on this long,expensive table to exploring this beautiful beach house."Good. The word was little more than a growl, and Dillon'smouth attached onto his collarbone, sucking hard.Shit.Hiseyes rolled as heat rippled through him, wave after wavejust getting bigger.Dillon's fingers mapped his body, dragging over his skin asthey explored, moving steadily downward.All the whileDillon's mouth worked."You are enough to drive a man mad. His slacks werebunched up around his cock, trapping him."Uh-huh. Dillon's mouth was too busy for more than that,moving from his collarbone to his breastbone.That wickedtongue flicked back and forth across his skin as Dillon'sfingers slid around his waistband."I.I can't touch you like this, Dillon. He couldn't doanything but hold on. "Can't have that. One of Dillon's arms wrapped aroundhim, hand grabbing his ass, the other swept the tablebehind him.Then he was lifted, Dillon pushing him up so hewas sitting on the table, Dillon standing between his legs. Better, baby?""Fuck, yes. He reached out, fingers working Dillon's shirtopen."Fuck, love the way you touch me. Dillon's mouth was onhis again, tongue pushing into his mouth, the kiss growinghard, fast.It was so easy to just lose himself in the kiss, fingerstangled in Dillon's shirt and tugging hard.The buttonspopped, went flying with sweet little pings against the floor,the dining room table.Dillon's growl filled his mouth, whilethe long fingers pulled open his pants, undid the zipper.Mmm.That was fun.He pulled again, biting at Dillon's lips.The expensive shirt tore under his pulls, Dillon groaning,jerking against him.Dillon's long fingers pushed aside hispants, touched the tip of his cock, slid down the length witha light, easy touch that was belied by the ragged moansthat sounded as if they came deep from Dillon's belly.Hearched up into the touch, ass pressing back into the table."Want you.No. Dillon shook his head, dark eyes staringinto his. Need to have you. His pants were tugged off his ass, pulled down off his legs, and then Dillon's handsgrabbed his ass and tugged him to the edge of the table."Come on then.Remind me of what you have. He couldpush back.He loved pushing back.Dillon growled, the sound low and needy and so fuckinghot.It sent a shiver down Dal's back, made his cock jerkagainst his belly."I have you, Dillon told him, mouth covering his.He wasbent back over the table, Dillon's hand pushing his legsapart, fingers finding his rings.They hadn't been playedwith in weeks, the skin sensitive and begging moretouches, more sensation.Dillon's fingers slid and twisted,turned them, tugged them, gave him what he needed.Theman's tongue echoed his fingers, fucking Dal's mouth."Undress me
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