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to the other, then traced his tongue up the puckered seam, lingering at the base of his shaft. Mike’s chest tightened and sweat broke out on his forehead as Carlos set fire to every nerve ending in his body. Then Carlos took him in his mouth again, fiery wet, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, his mouth pulling on him in hungry draws. Christ, he was good at this.
    Mike’s thighs tensed as pressure built inside his balls, and when Carlos’s teeth caught the tender rim of his cock, exquisite pain flashed through him and heated his veins. He gave a guttural cry.
    Carlos’s hands disappeared. Mike lifted his weighted head to look down and saw Carlos opening his own zipper, pulling out his dick, hard and pulsing with heavy veins. Carlos fisted himself and began to pump in quick, hard strokes. Then Carlos fingered Mike’s balls again, his mouth sliding up and down his shaft in a sublime rhythm, and Mike’s skin buzzed in anticipation. Tingles built at the base of his spine, hotter, faster. Carlos continued to jack himself as he sucked Mike, and then… fuck ! Sensation exploded through Mike’s nerves, up his spine and shooting out his dick as he came, hard, pulsing against Carlos’s lips and tongue.
    “Fuck!” He gripped Carlos’s hair, his body bowed and tensed. “Oh Christ…yeah.”
    When he stopped pulsing moments later, Carlos drew back, letting Mike’s semi-hard and wet cock fall with one last sweep of his tongue over the head that made him twitch. Carlos looked up at him, his mouth wet, dark eyes gleaming, still stroking his own cock. “Gonna come,” he mumbled.
    “Let me,” Mike said, grabbing Carlos’s hand and yanking him up. Carlos fell against the counter and Mike let his shaky legs lower him to the floor. He shoved Carlos’s shirt up and kissed his groin, his belly, replacing Carlos’s hand on his cock with his own to resume the stroking. Carlos started to come immediately and Mike closed his mouth over him, let the taste of his come fill his mouth, sucking and swallowing, his eyes closed in delight. His body still pulsed with his own orgasm as he filled his senses with the taste and scent of the other man, the weight of him on his tongue. Heat washed over him, and then he released Carlos, sank to sit on the floor and leaned against the cupboards.
    “Holy shit,” he said, wiping his mouth. Carlos slid down to sit beside him and they slumped into each other, forehead to sweaty forehead, panting.
    “Yeah.”
    Silence surrounded them as the thudding of his heart in his ears gradually faded.
    “Love you, babe,” Mike murmured.
    “I know.”
    They both grinned.

Chapter Two
    Mike wasn’t sure why he was there.
    He opened the door and walked into the gallery on Saturday afternoon—not the type of place he usually hung out. Cool air washed over him in contrast to the hot summer day outside. Soft music played somewhere in the background, some kind of jazzy saxophone music. To his surprise, a number of customers filled the store, some looking at images hung on the wall, a man and woman talking to another woman who appeared to work there. The murmur of their voices echoed a little in the space with its high ceiling, white walls and gleaming hardwood floor.
    He didn’t see Jules anywhere in the space. Had he come there for nothing?
    Well, even if she wasn’t there, curiosity about her work had driven him there. And to be honest, curiosity about her. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but this classy, elegant space wasn’t it.
    Tiny lights suspended from the ceiling artfully lit the work on the walls and he wandered over to look at some of them. There were no nude photos at all that he could see, rather, some incredible landscape photographs—stark black and white images of bare trees, sand dunes, rock formations, then colorful images of what appeared to be beaches in a tropical location. He surveyed them, slowly walking past. Another area featured portraits, but all unusual—an