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Okay, so maybe they could do more. But with parameters. With boundaries in place so he could protect his heart.

Evan went back and forth in his mind as he snuggled into the couch. Hours passed, and he wished he’d grabbed pajamas from his bedroom, since his work clothes were uncomfortable. The contestants on the shows bantered as they made souffles and tacos and cakes.

Evan didn’t even remember when he dropped off to sleep.

* * *

Mmmm… Soft touches wove through Evan’s hair, and he turned toward them. The sensations mingled with his sleepy contentment and drifting dreams of someone special wanting to touch him. Someone with deep brown eyes, and the soft whir of fans under his broad chest.

Someone…

Awareness flooded through him. Quincy was touching him. Those strong, gentle fingers were tangled in his hair, and Quincy was looking down at him like an angelic vision.

Evan struggled to sit up. They had to talk about this. It was one thing for…

Quincy pushed him back down with a single hand on his chest. God he was strong.

Evan suppressed a moan when that solid hand started caressing him, working its way up until it circled his throat.

Evan’s eyes flickered shut. He was still sleepy and warm. Maybe this was all a dream. The sexiest damn dream of his life.

There was no way that sweet, innocent Quincy would pin him down so authoritatively in real life. No way that Quincy would know how it made his pulse race to be so helplessly controlled, or the symbolism of that mark of ownership.

Quincy’s thumb brushed along his artery, gentle and sure. “Hello, Evan.”

When had Quincy’s voice gotten so deep?

How was Evan supposed to fight the arousal that was already pushing against his briefs?

This had to be a dream. And he really didn’t want to wake up.

Quincy’s rumbling voice continued. “Ben told me that I’m welcome to stay with him if anything goes wrong between the two of us, and he’s serving as a guarantor in a loan program for new sparks, so I should have access to my own funds as soon as I’m registered next week.”

Evan’s eyes blinked open. That was not the next line in his sexy dream. Which meant this was real. Fucking Ben. What else had he told him?

Quincy’s voice continued. “So, I’m not dependent on you for anything. And I know what I want.”

Evan shuddered. These were the words he’d been aching to hear, but he couldn’t quite believe them. Even if Quincy wanted him now…

Evan fought to make sense of everything, even as he fought to free his arms from the tangled blanket.

The moment they were free, Quincy grabbed them with his two clawed appendages and pulled them over Evan’s head.

This time, Evan really did moan.

Oh fuck, that was hot. The relentless metal ringed his wrists, pressing them to the couch. Only these weren’t handcuffs, they were part of Quincy’s body. Quincy would be able to feel him if he struggled.

Not that he was struggling now. He was barely able to control his breathing.

Somewhere above him, he could hear Quincy’s awed voice. “Oh, wow…”

He finally opened his eyes.

Quincy was there, kneeling on the floor beside the couch, his adorable expression filled with naughty delight.

Evan usually went for scowling, hard men. Guys who looked like they could give out orders.

Quincy was nothing like that. He looked like an innocent kid who’d discovered a new toy, his eyes flicking over Evan’s body and up his arms.