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smooth, sexy flesh. His skin was deeply tanned, almost golden.  It shimmered, a gilded effect that made him appear wrought from gold dust.
    His hair was dark chocolate, with soft waves of strands curling around his ears and falling just below the collar of his jacket.  Dark brows slashed above his pale eyes and were split by a narrow nose that arrowed down to firm, succulent lips—lips Julian already wanted to taste.  He licked his own, wondering how it would feel to be under a male like that.  Tall and lean, the man was simply spectacular.
    Olivier spun to face Julian, an eyebrow raised.  “Yes, Julian, continue to repeat your mantra over and over and over again, as much as you need.”
    As soon as Olivier was done, Julian’s gaze drifted back to the specimen of male perfection behind Olivier.  Julian was not gay.
    But for that man, he might reconsider.
    Julian suddenly realized there were two small horns on either side of Carreau’s forehead.  Brown in color, they were covered up and blended in with his hair.  No bigger than Julian’s thumbs, they were barely noticeable.  But they made Julian wake up a little.  This was no man he encountered.  This was a demon.
    And that demon had taken notice of Julian. 
    The easy unaffectedness Carreau had shown when he arrived dissipated and he changed completely.  His shoulders tensed and his body tightened.  He was still amazingly handsome, but now there was an air of danger about him that only seemed to ratchet Julian’s desire that much more.  Why he would get more tempted was anyone’s guess.
    The air itself was fraught with a compelling energy, collected into a ball and filling the room to bursting.  Carr’s gaze traveled over Julian’s body.  Down to his feet and back up again did Carr’s stare roam, and each second of the perusal made Julian feel hotter and heavier.  Heavier because his sac swelled and filled with seed, weighing heftily between his legs.
    Julian felt his cock seep more fluid, readying for what Julian didn’t know.  He’d never traveled down this road before and wasn’t sure what was expected of him.
    “Why is he here, Olivier?” Carreau asked, his deep baritone rippling through Julian’s body.
    Goose bumps lifted all over Julian’s flesh as need mounted.  He wanted the demon in front of him more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life.  That thought alone made him feel numb, a sense of disquiet settling in. 
    He wasn’t gay.
    Or am I?
    “Julian here signed my contract a few hours ago and is now mine to command,” Olivier said, satisfaction dripping from each word.
    Carreau whipped his head to the side to stare at Olivier, his hands flexing into tight fists.  “Why him?”
    “Why not?” Olivier asked.  “I saw him the last time we were in Las Vegas and he … intrigued me.  I thought, what better decoration than a gambler as we played our weekly game?”
    Carreau growled, those small horns, suddenly sliding out a few inches, began to project forward and turn dark.
    “Oh, Carr, stop.  A demon has to do what a demon has to do to win a hand of cards down here.”
    Carreau turned back to face Julian.  He took several steps and stopped when he was about a foot away, his horns elongated more and becoming as black as onyx.  As did the guy’s eyes.  Even the whites turned black, reminding Julian the dude wasn’t human.  “Has he hurt you?”
    “Depends if you count shoving a marble cock up your ass hurting,” Julian said, and felt idiotic the minute the words were out of his mouth.  He’d tried to lighten the moment and failed miserably.  He looked to the floor in embarrassment.
    “His virgin ass,” Olivier added.
    Heat flooded Julian’s face.  “No.  He hasn’t hurt me.”  The humiliation factor has increased exponentially, though.
    “My name is Carreau,” the demon said, the heat in his voice undeniable. 
    “Julian.” Julian looked back to see the darkness seeping away from Carreau’s eyes