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“That…is…it.”
    Coben was aware of the cock in
his ass pulsing through release, filling him with spunk. He groaned, adoring
being so possessed, so needed, so fucking fucked.
    “Ah, bloody hell,” Edward
groaned.
    “Shh,” Coben whispered. “Shh…”
    Edward went silent, though the
vibrations of sheer pleasure emanating from him went through Coben’s body.
    Coben clenched his sphincter,
squeezing the big cock in there.
    “Oh God…Cobe,” Edward said,
releasing Coben’s shoulders. “Yeah.” He palmed Coben’s buttocks and rotated the
flesh, stretching his cleft, then bunching the soft orbs around his cock. “Does
your ass feel well and truly fucked?”
    “Do you even need to ask?”
    Edward kind of chuckled as he
began to withdraw.
    Coben held his breath. He
enjoyed this bit, the feel of a sated cock slipping from his body.
    Once the length had popped
out, he exhaled a long, low breath. His brow was hot and his heart racing—he
could hear the beat of his pulse in his ears.
    “Fuck, that was good,” Edward
said, flopping onto the bed with his feet on the floor.
    “Yeah, not bad for starters.”
Coben leaned over him and pressed a kiss on his lips.
    “I might need a couple of
minutes before the main course.”
    “That’s fine, we’re not in any
rush.”
    “No, we’re not.” He gave a
languid grin.
    Coben set about removing
Edward’s boots and socks. He tugged off his trousers and folded them over the
back of the chair.
    Aware of Edward watching his
every move and his gaze following him around the room, Coben was also conscious
that Edward’s cock was at full hardness again and tapping his belly.
    Turning to the bed, enjoying
the attention, he peeled off his t-shirt. He tensed his abs, knowing he looked
good. He was a man in the prime of his life. At optimum fitness. His strength
had been honed in the gym and he was a skilled fighter, marksman and computer
software expert.
    “Gonna miss that sight,”
Edward said, running his gaze from the tip of Coben’s head to his toes,
hovering his attention on his cock.
    “Yeah, I know what you mean?”
Coben gave Edward, who was only half-naked, the same languid once-over.
    Edward tapped the bed. “Come
here, big boy.”
    Coben didn’t need asking
twice. He slipped into Edward’s embrace, settled his face by his neck and
breathed in his delicious sex-sweat smell.
    Edward tangled their legs
together and stroked down the gutter of Coben’s spine, tapping over each
vertebrae as though memorizing every detail. “You excited about getting on with
your new life?”
    “Yeah, it will be cool.” Coben
hesitated. “To be my own boss, not have to answer to anyone. Forgotten what
that’s like.”
    Edward huffed. “I still say
it’s a loss for the Air Force.” He paused. “And me.”
    “I know, but…”
    “Yeah, yeah, you’ve given Queen
and Country your best years and now you want to go it alone.”
    “I can make it work.” Coben
propped onto his elbow. “Cyber security is big business now, what with all the
hacking and the threats from terror organizations and—”
    “I get it, Cobe. Believe me, I
get it…” He ran his hand over Coben’s head as though soothing him. “And I know
you’ll be in demand, crazy fucking demand because of your experience. You’ll
have the upper edge on all those other techno geeks out there because you’re
ex-military.”
    “Are you calling me a geek?”
Coben pulled a mock angry expression.
    “Might be?”
    Coben reared up, then flung
himself on top of Edward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head.
Their cocks pressed against each other.
    A flash of excitement passed
over Edward’s face and he parted his lips as air huffed from his lungs.
    Coben knew Edward could have a
damn good go at shaking him off, but he didn’t think his lover wanted him to go
anywhere.
    “How many geeks can pin down
big, bad SAS men?”
    “Only you.”
    “Yeah, and don’t you forget
it.” Coben dipped his head and