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against the wall. My break s almost over.
Trace s growl in his ear made his knees nearly buckle. Fuck work. Fuck your
break. Come home with me.
Oh god. The thought of saying no didn t even occur to him when Trace made that
demand all husky and rough in his ear.
A primal thrill jolted Riley. His resistance crumbled and he nodded, the gleam in
Trace s eyes taking his breath away. Oh fuck. The man was drop-dead gorgeous
anyway, but get him all heated and fired up just might melt Riley on the spot from how
breathtakingly sexy he was. This was a side of Trace he hadn t seen before, a rougher,
more demanding side, and Riley couldn t resist.
Okay. Okay. You ve got to let me go though.
Trace obliged, triumph in his eyes, and Riley did his best to catch his breath, his
heart going a million miles a minute.
Give me ten minutes or so. I have to talk to Ronnie and get my stuff together& and
my place is a lot closer than yours. He gave Trace a wicked grin and ducked back into
the club, knowing that his flushed cheeks would actually be an asset to convincing
Ronnie that he wasn t feeling well and needed to go home.
68
His Every Breath
Trace swore under his breath, stalking around the building to the parking lot. He
paused to steady himself before he jumped behind the wheel of his truck and started it
then pulled around to the front of the club. His cock ached almost painfully and he was
about to go in and drag Riley out when he appeared. Thank God.
He revved the engine, giving the boy a wicked grin, as Riley climbed in. Buckle
up, darlin . Riley obeyed as Trace hit the gas, peeling out, and turned the truck toward
the highway and his house. He didn t care if Riley s was closer, Trace was going to have
him in his bed and lay a claim to him that even Riley couldn t deny.
Riley shifted restlessly as Trace turned onto the highway. He set his bag on the floor
between his feet and pulled his phone out of his pocket. I have to call Jenna, let her
know I don t need her to pick me up. Riley gave him a teasing, knowing look. Be
quiet while I do. I m never gonna live this down as it is.
Trace made a motion as if he were zipping his lips, unable to contain a grin. How
could he? His darlin was coming home with him and by the way Riley slid a hand over
to caress and squeeze Trace s thigh, there were definitely going to be some indiscretions
occurring tonight.
When Riley hung up a minute later, he leaned over to press a kiss to Trace s neck,
seeming unfazed by the speed of the truck. So I guess I should assume you really liked
my costume, huh?
Trace caught Riley s hand and brought it to his lips, nipping his fingertips. Look
up understatement in the dictionary and you ought to find that very sentence. He cut
the other man a quick, heated glance before focusing back on the road. Ogling at ninety
mph wasn t a good idea, he figured.
Actually, I liked you in the outfit. I liked you even better out of it. I ll like you best
once you re out of any clothes, period, and in my bed. Naked. His. Naked. His. The
mantra repeated in his head. He turned off the highway onto the access road with a
slight fishtailing of the truck and a squeal of the tires, grinning at the laugh Riley let out.
The moment Trace stopped the truck, Riley undid his seat belt and scrambled out,
moaning when Trace caught him and pressed him up against the front of it, bending his
head to nip at Riley s throat. Riley moaned shakily, pushing at Trace s chest. What
happened to getting me in your bed, cowboy? Don t get too overeager on me now.
Trace answered by grabbing Riley s hand and pulling him along behind him. He
strode for the front door, barely able to keep himself from pushing the other man to the
ground and fucking him then and there.
He fumbled for the key and finally managed to get them inside, tossing the keys
anywhere and kicking the door shut. He didn t bother with lights, though he did pause
and pin Riley against the wall, both hands sinking into his hair and tugging his head up
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