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light?”
    I flipped the switch.
    The darkness winked out, revealing half assembled frames, tubes of paint, and some of my finest brushes cluttering worktables. Rows of canvas filled the room with offensive color.
    Roy clenched his eyes shut. “Those paintings at the gallery were yours, weren’t they?”
    I leaned back on one of the tables. Like the smile, how I stared, and used my bangs, it was well practiced.
    “Those things I said about…”
    “Being a jerk?”
    “Yeah, that. I’m sorry.”
    “But you didn’t say them, the curator did.”
    “I know, but—” Roy raked his gaze over me. I don’t think he realized he licked his lips.
    “You sure you only want a sandwich? You might be hungrier than you think.”
    The bulge in the front of his towel jumped.
    “I think your cock agrees with me.”
    Roy gripped the edge of the terry cloth like it might run off. His cheeks reddened, and the sight made me ache. Who could have guessed embarrassment was such a turn-on?
    Hell, maybe it was just the drugs.
    I held out my hand. Roy took the offering, and I pulled him off balance. His weight pushed me into the edge of the workbench.
    “You really weren’t joking.” I nipped his bottom lip.
    “About what?”
    “About ever being with another man.”
    “Why would I tell you that if it wasn’t true?”
    “No. I mean never being with another man.”
    “Is there any other kind of never?”
    “Most guys at least experiment. Mutual masturbation, sucking each other off.” I shrugged. “But you haven’t.”
    “No.” He brushed his fingertips up my arm, shoulder, neck, to my face. I sucked his thumb into my mouth.
    The hard line of flesh hidden behind the towel pushed against my stomach.
    “It’s getting late,” Roy said. “You should eat.”
    I released his thumb. “You’d rather have a meal than me on your cock?” I pinched one of his nipples. “I could use my mouth, or if you want, I could ride you.” I traced the shell of his ear. “You know…there are so many places that feel good to be licked.”
    I would have paid Roy to let me rim him just to see his expression.
    “Right now, you need to eat.” The kindness in his eyes left me wishing for something to cover myself with. I slipped from his grasp.
    Fancy pots hung from the ceiling in the green marble and chrome kitchen. A fridge as large as a walk-in closet occupied the niche in the counter to my left. I opened the door. Tupperware containers filled the middle shelf.
    “Find anything?” Roy wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder.
    At that point, I couldn’t even be sure what it was I’d been looking for.
    “You okay?” His words vibrated through my bones.
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You tensed.”
    I tried to find that flippant persona I was comfortable with, but he was gone. “It’s the cold. I’m not exactly dressed for it.”
    “Do you want me to go back upstairs and find a robe?”
    I coughed to have an excuse to pull away.
    He patted me on the back.
    “Sorry, swallowed wrong.” The double meaning struck me, and I laughed so hard I had to grab the door to keep from falling. He reached into the fridge and took out a carton of eggs, block of cheese, and a few other items that were familiar but my addled brain was unable to give me the names at the moment.
    He put the stuff on the counter and led me to the table. “Here, sit.”
    I was too high and too busy watching the colors surrounding him to argue. It was either that or his rugged features, wide shoulders, or…I ran my fingers along his collarbone. “I’m not really hungry.”
    “You need to eat.”
    He went back to the kitchen.
    Like the living room, the dining room had a glass wall facing the heart of downtown. The lights on, the neighboring buildings were concealed behind the reflection of a dark haired man with lost eyes. The bones in his shoulders cut sharp lines to his thin arms. Men desired him, pined for him. With one look or pose, he could have them at