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“Of course, and I can’t blame you.” He leaned forward, ready to flex a bit of extra strength if Adam tried to stop him. He didn’t, and Icarus gave Mike a long, lingering kiss. It was the least he could do for the money and the fleeting hope of a normal evening. He drew back, leaving the trader more than a little dazed and more than a little hard, his erection tenting his slacks and nudging Icarus’s fishnet-covered thigh. Not a total waste of a night, then. A firm reminder to Mike to call again next time he was in town. “Enjoy your whiskey.”
Icarus slipped out from between Mike and Adam while the latter settled the tab with the bartender. Adam caught up with him halfway across the club, slinging an arm over his shoulder again. “What happened to ‘We’ll talk in the morning’?”
“Somewhere else I had to be.” Icarus made it one more step before his forward momentum was halted.
Adam dragged him backward instead, toward the panoramic windows that overlooked the city. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To find another client.”
The speed at which they reversed accelerated, and Adam shifted their course toward a dark corner off to the side of the windows. Arm still over his shoulder, Adam slunk around to his front and planted a hand against the wall behind Icarus, caging him in. “You don’t need another client tonight.”
“Are you jealous?”
Adam bent his elbow, crowding closer, and Icarus backed the rest of the way up, hissing at the cold cement wall against his back. It was no match, however, for the heat that blanketed his front. “I woke up hard as a rock this morning,” Adam growled in his ear. “First time in I can’t remember how long.”
Icarus shifted, wedging a thigh between Adam’s spread legs. “Are you still hard?”
Adam took the hint, dragging his erection along Icarus’s thigh, denim catching on fishnet.
Icarus pushed up against the dick and balls he’d love to get his lips around. So much for running away from danger, but when it was this goddamn tempting... “I can do something about that.”
“You can tell me why you followed me last night.”
Icarus dropped the shoe to the floor, freeing both hands to glide up Adam’s chest, over the soft, worn fabric of his sweater, relishing the heat that seeped through the material to his palms, warming him to his core. “We’ve been over that already.” He pressed his own erect cock against Adam’s hip. Evidence aplenty on both their parts. “Still seems we have some—what was it you said?—unfinished business.”
Adam coasted a hand over Icarus’s hip, making space between the wall and his back, and snuck his fingers under the dip of the draped top, under the waistband of his shorts, inches away from where Icarus would kill to have them, spreading him open, breaching his—
“You’re lying.”
Icarus bit back the groan on the tip of his tongue, the fantasy interrupted, but not for long. Not if he could help it. And this right here—seduction—was what he did best. Smirking, he lifted the leg not between Adam’s and hooked it over the Devil’s hip, encouraging him to dip his hand lower, to grind his cock along the hard one pressed snug to his. “Am I?”
A push too far, fucking finally. Adam’s hand dropped off the wall, fingers threading through the fishnet, clutching Icarus’s raised leg almost painfully. But it was nothing compared to the force of the kiss he laid on Icarus—scorching in its heat and hunger, in its sheer need. Adam’s lips moved over Icarus’s, rough and greedy, a tongue demanding entrance, which Icarus granted without hesitation, his own desire surging to meet Adam’s.
Icarus opened for him, mouth and body, hooking his leg around Adam tighter and curling his fingers in the front of his shirt, hauling him closer, rutting cock to cock. He growled down his throat as Adam shoved a hand farther down his shorts, diving into his crack, clasping a cheek and spreading him. So close to where Icarus wanted him.
Danger had never felt so fucking good. And Icarus wanted more. “Please.”
As if the plea had broken a spell, Adam pulled back—lips, body, hands, the latter adorably tangled in fishnet for a few seconds before he fully separated himself. Icarus could have kept him locked tight in his hold, but not without giving away his strength, and in any event, not without Adam’s consent.
Eyes half-lidded, Icarus swooned against the wall and flicked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. “You want more?”
Adam paced in front of him and roughly ran a hand over his nape, seemingly at war with himself, his angry tone confirming as much. “Of course I want more.”
Icarus lifted the hem of his blouse with one hand and slid the other inside the front of his shorts, adjusting his erection, making sure Adam got a good look at how hard he’d made him. How much he wanted more too.
As good as crooking any finger, Adam’s gaze went right to the intended target. Icarus could see how hard it was for the Devil to tear his gaze away. Adam stepped closer, then caught himself. “Are you in trouble?”
Icarus yanked his hand out of his shorts. “Is that what this is about? Some rescue fantasy shit? Can’t get enough of playing hero after last night?”
“I am no one’s fucking hero.” Adam closed the distance between them and palmed Icarus’s dick through the leather. “Even if I were, this isn’t me trying to rescue you. This is me trying to find any excuse not to haul you into the bathroom and let you fuck me senseless with this piece.”
Moaning, Icarus thrust into his hand, wishing for any other material so Adam could feel how hot and dripping he was for him already. “I fail to see the problem.”
Adam curled his fingers around the ridge of Icarus’s cock and slowly stroked the length of it, eliciting another moan. “You’re trouble.”
Icarus dropped his head back against the wall, eyelids fluttering closed. “You caught my name, right?”
Adam’s lips brushed his neck, a tongue teasing in their wake. “But which of us will burn in the end?”
