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came forward willingly until they were standing flush against each other.  The electricity Diablo had felt when they shook hands now pulsed through his body and his cock jumped fully hard in seconds.  Griff’s own cock was already hard against his thigh and the half smile on his face turned into a full blown grin.
    Nodding to the key on the bar, Diablo said quietly, “How soon do you have to get that back to Claude?”
    “Sometime in the morning will be fine.”  The lust in Griff’s voice was evident in his raspy response.
    “You know I don’t bottom.”  As much as Diablo really felt he wanted to do that with Griff, he hadn’t thought it through properly and he didn’t want to make any decisions half-cocked.
    Griff put a big arm around Diablo’s shoulder and scooped up Claude’s key with the other hand.  “You are lucky that I can be persuaded then, if you are good enough, of course.” Griff’s voice was teasing.  He already knew the cat in his arms would be more than good enough.
    “I’ll just have to bring my ‘A’ game then won’t I?”  Diablo smirked at the bigger man.
    “I don’t deserve anything less man.”  Grin still firmly in place Griff led Diablo off through the club to Claude’s suite.  He was going to have some fun tonight.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    The door slammed behind them, cutting out the noise of the club below.  Diablo flicked his eyes over the room, habit more than anything else.  Dim lighting, huge bed, couch in the corner, no lurking bad guys and a solid lock on the door.  A lot better place for a hook up than some of the places he had been.  Then he looked over at Griff and saw that the man had done the same thing.  Checked the place out, deemed it safe enough.  Something was off, but not enough to pierce Diablo’s lust.  But he couldn’t help himself. 
    Looking up at Griff’s handsome face he asked quietly, “What are you?”  A dark look passed over Griff’s face, fading as quickly as it was there, replaced by his trademark grin.
    “A wolf shifting mechanic looking to get laid.  What are you?”
    Hmm, okay.  There was more to Griff than that, and Diablo knew it, but then Griff leaned over him, pushing his body up against the door with his chest.  Leaving his hands rested on the door above Diablo’s head, Griff leaned his head down and placed his lips on Diablo’s pressing ever so gently.  Diablo gasped as his cat suddenly went into a frenzy of want and he pushed his lips closer to Griff’s desperately seeking more of the same.
    Still grinning, Griff pulled back and whispered against his lips, “What are you?  Don’t lie now.”
    Diablo’s brain was scrambled and the man in front of him had barely kissed him.  His cat was going crazy and his cock was throbbing so hard he was going to come in his pants if he wasn’t careful.  Fuck he wasn’t a teenager, he was twenty eight years old for goodness sake, but Diablo had never felt this alive and he wanted Griff more than anything in his life.
    Panting hard and not thinking at all Diablo blurted out, “Agency…undercover… Louisiana…cat shifter…please.” 
    Griff chuckled as he muttered, “God you Feebs are so easy.  Pleasure will get you over torture every time.”  And before Diablo had a chance to process the comment Griff kissed him again.  A real kiss.  Slow and sensual and so full of promise that Diablo unraveled.  He threw his arms around Griff’s neck to pull him closer and pressed his full body against the man, kissing him back with every ounce of passion he could muster.
    Griff held back for just a moment.  He wasn’t sure boffing an FBI agent was a good idea especially given his own history but Diablo smelt and felt so good under his lips, everywhere their bodies touched, he had to have more. Sliding his hands down Diablo’s body to his waist, Griff grabbed him, turned him and with two quick steps was at the bed throwing the man in the middle of it.  Taking just a