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erection pulsed with desire, and he squeezed it to relieve some of the pressure. He wanted Nathan to find him with his hand wrapped around his cock. Would he want to punish Sam for starting without him? Or would he enjoy the view and get his own cock out so they could watch each other jerk off? Sam loved seeing Nathan touch himself with those long, capable fingers.
    But the anticipated toilet flush never came, and eventually Sam figured Nathan had gotten up for good. The distant smell of coffee percolating finally got him out of bed.
    He grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs from the dresser and pulled them up over his hips, noting how enticing his boner looked—rock hard and tucked snugly up and to the right. With any luck, Nathan would want to get his mouth around it. Today was Sam’s official birthday, after all. He deserved a morning BJ.
    Before he exited the bedroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror. He paused. His eyes were feverish—a brighter green then their usual hazel—and his lips were swollen. When he turned, he noticed some red marks on his back. They were fading and likely wouldn’t bruise, but he wouldn’t be taking his shirt off around anyone but Nathan for the next couple days.
    He brought his fingers to the silver and black leather collar. It was about a half-inch wide, resting just beneath his Adam’s apple, and the leather was smooth and supple. On the front it held a small embossed plate with their initials, like the keychain. At the back was a loop that Sam suspected was for a leash. Nathan had finally confessed he’d had it custom made. Sam smiled. Twenty-nine was going to be a good year.
    Nathan was on the phone in the living room. He didn’t look up when Sam entered, but from his body language, Sam could tell something was wrong. His first thought was something had happened to Nathan’s parents. But even though Nathan was frowning, he didn’t look devastated, as he certainly would if he’d heard bad news about his folks. He noticed Sam and held up a finger. Obviously he wanted privacy.
    Sam went into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and try not to eavesdrop. Though, if Nathan was talking to Rivera about the mayor’s death, he wanted to know about it. The conversation continued for another couple of minutes, barely audible. If it wasn’t about the mayor, it had to be work—a new case, perhaps. Otherwise Nathan’s boss would never call on a Sunday. A bag of fresh chocolate croissants from Franco’s was set on the marble countertop, and Sam pulled one out and started to munch the flaky awesomeness. He made himself focus on the sweet gesture and not on whatever Nathan was saying. If it was important, they’d talk about it.
    Nathan joined him a couple minutes later, looking tired. When he saw Sam eating, he smiled and came forward, using his thumb to swipe a bit of chocolate from the corner of Sam’s mouth.
    “Tasty?” Nathan asked.
    “Yeah. They’re awesome. Thanks. When did you get up?”
    “Oh, about an hour ago. I thought you might want to sleep in after last night.” His eyes went right to the collar. He seemed pleased Sam was still wearing it.
    Sam set down the rest of his pastry, grabbed Nathan by the hips, pulled him closer, and nudged his semi against Nathan’s pelvis. “I’d rather go for round two. Maybe you’ll let me fuck you this time.”
    Though Nathan smiled, the expression didn’t reach his eyes. He was stiff in Sam’s embrace. And not in the good way.
    “What’s going on, Nathan?”
    A line creased the skin between Nathan’s eyebrows. Nathan poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. “We need to talk.”
    “I hate when you say that. It’s never good news.”
    “I’ve got a case.”
    Sam’s stomach dropped three stories and was crushed under the weight of a cement truck. He held his breath. “Oh?”
    “They want me to go undercover again.”
    “I see.” The thing he’d worried about for months