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Sitting in the bar at TheOcario, they sipped their drinks while waiting for their table.Jory watched in amusement as Dumont gave Damian his usualonce-over. Being inspected by his bodyguard was tantamount to beingphysically strip-searched, and Jory was sure Damian could feelDumont’s fingers somewhere up his arse right now.

He’d no idea how Dumonthad found them, but the man had a talent for keeping track ofJory.

“So you’re theone he’s been seeing.” Dumont ran a huge hand over his bald head,then tugged thoughtfully on his manicured beard. Damian stared, hisgreen eyes wary but not looking as intimidated as Jory had seenother men when they were being interrogated by all that was Dumont.“So tell me a bit about yourself. Are you treating my lad hereright?”

Damian smiled tightly.“From the sounds I hear him make in bed, I’d say so.” He glancedover at Jory, who was delighted at the turn the conversation hadtaken. His part-time lover had a sassy side.

“Huh. You’rethat talented? Good to know.” Dumont wore a faint smile on histanned face. “Tell me a bit about yourself.”

Jory moved forward. “BigD, I don’t think the inquisition is necessary. Damian doesn’t needto undergo the fucking third degree, mate. He’s no show-boater andnot one to sell the tattle to the rag sheets.”

Dumont frowned. “Saysyou. It’s my job to make sure this guy is safe to be with.” Heflashed a grin of white teeth. “Surely, he doesn’t mind me asking afew simple questions?”

Jory sighed heavily andturned to Damian. “Are you okay chatting to him? The sooner you do,the sooner the twat will leave us in peace.”

Damian nodded, eyesglinting with the challenge. “I have nothing to hide. So let mesee…” He pretended to muse upon it then waved a hand in Dumont’sdirection. “I’m twenty-six. Other than being great in bed, I workin my uncle’s cinema as front-of-house manager. I restoremotorcycles as a hobby, and I’m a blue belt in jujitsu. I hateavocado, I love strawberries, get pissed off by politics, and peestanding up. What else do you want to know?”

Dumont’s mouth curvedinto a grin. “The boy has a sense of humour. I like it.” He glancedover at Jory. “You got yourself a live one here, J-man. Gonna keephim?”

Jory’s pulse raced alittle faster. “I intend to try,” he murmured. “As long asinterfering gits like you leave us alone and let us get on with ourdinner date.”

Damian’s eyes shone withwarmth when he turned his gaze to Jory. “I’m a keeper? I’mhonoured.” He narrowed his eyes and stared Dumont down. “I’m not athrill-seeker, trying to get off with a sexy rock star so I canspill the beans about how big his dick is and what he does to me inbed. You can count on me to keep things quiet if that’s what Jorywants.”

Jory grunted softly. “Ikinda understand Big D’s point. It happened before when I firststarted in this industry. Guys I slept with thinking they can makea quick buck out of sharing intimate snaps and telling the pressall about my business.” He felt himself pale at thethought.

Dumont nodded. “Yep, butI soon nipped it in the bud, didn’t I?” He smiled evilly and at thesame time, there was a flash of panic crossing Damian’sface.

Jory chuckled. “Don’tworry, they’re still around. One of them may have a broken nosenow, and the other one somehow found himself on a barge to theNetherlands, but they got the message and left me alone afterDumont had his little chat with them.”

He looked down at hiswatch. “So is this over then? Damian and I need to get to ourtable. I think it should be ready by now.”

Dumont nodded and hunchedhis large shoulders while straightening his tailored jacket. Hecaught Jory’s eye and gave him a thumbs-up. “He’ll do. Butremember…” He moved towards the door and made the classic “I’ll bekeeping an eye on you” gesture at Damian, who snorted.

“Anytime, bigguy. Like I said, I’ve nothing to hide.”

Unlikeme, Jory thought wistfully.So many damn secrets in my life, and I truly wantto tell Damian all about them.

One day.

***

“Are you quitebloody finished?” Damian’s strangled tone made Jory shiver allover. Damian was shuddering too, no doubt because Jory had gone totown on eating him out. He loved the musky scent of Damian’s arse,the sounds the man made as Jory licked and probed him with histongue. The skin around Damian’s hole was red with beard scratch.Jory loved leaving his mark on him.

He stopped what he wasdoing but continued to fondle Damian’s cock. His lover hissed andsquirmed beneath him.

“Christ, Jory,finish it, please. I’m so damned hard it hurts. You can be such abastard…” He sucked in air as Jory wickedly slid his fingers overthe tip of his cock.

“I told you Iwas going to make you beg,” Jory murmured as he moved to lieagainst Damian’s back. He leaned in to lick Damian’s ear, pushingthe tip of his tongue inside. “I’m ready to blow here myself, but Ilove seeing you get so het up.”

Jory’s cock slid betweenDamian’s tender cheeks, and he hissed with pleasure at thesensation of skin on skin. Damian made a muffled sound, his facestuffed in the pillow as he reared his arse up, meeting Jory in achallenge.

“Is that allyou have? At any time tonight, you think you’ll be in me? Becausethat’s what you promised when we started this…ungh.Fuck…”

Jory grinned as he slid afinger into Damian’s arse, followed by another. “I guess you mightbe ready for me.” He removed his fingers and slid on a condom, thenlubed up. “Believe me, I’ve been waiting for this moment ever sincewe finished dinner and came back to the hotel.”

Their room was spaciousand luxurious, and the best thing about it was the huge four-posterbed they were in. It would be the first time he’d be inside Damian,and he didn’t think he’d last too long once he was. The idea of it,being in such an intimate position with the man Jory was fastcoming to appreciate more and more as each day passed, was an epicturn-on.

He leaned in and tenderlykissed Damian’s shoulder. “Ready?” He took Damian’s impatient asswriggle as assent and slid home slowly. It had been a while sincehe’d done this, having satisfied himself with stolen blow jobs,hand jobs, and the occasional frotting session.