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He needed Brigit as badly as Ja’Rol did, but together they would stem the flood of hunger she’d left in her unexpected wake.
    Ja’Rol offered his lips and Slone swiped a lingering, promising kiss, then he stepped away.
    “That is gorgeous,” Slone said, taking in the tent of Ja’Rol’s slacks.
    “You love the anticipation,” Ja’Rol stated, obviously refraining from readjusting to allow Slone the view, his hands stiff at his sides.
    “I love that you give me that thrill,” he stated, his lids lowering with erotic meaning. The heat between them sizzled in the air.
    Striding out the door with mutual purpose, they aimed for the private elevator that would take them to the penthouse suites on the top floor.
    The metallic doors had barely sealed shut before Slone had Ja’Rol pinned to the wall. They both unknotted ties to open shirts in a well-practiced dance. Ja’Rol hissed with pleasure when Slone won the race, tugging lightly on a gold nipple bar.
    Their kiss was hot and full of passion, Slone hungrily taking what Ja’Rol offered. Tongues dueled as shirts ripped from shoulders, baring them both. Chest to chest, skin to skin, Slone pressed them together, rubbing to feel the slide of their bodies. Slone shuddered as Ja’Rol glided his hands over his shoulders and down his chest to dig his fingers around the leather of his dress belt.
    “Take it off,” he gasped, dying to feel his cock in his lover’s hands.
    The slide of leather preceded the loosening of his waist, as seconds later, warm fingers dove within his trousers.
    He groaned gruffly at the contact. Heat sung through his veins as Ja’Rol slowly stroked his shaft, teasing him into the heights of need.
    Ja’Rol released the zipper, grasping him with both fists and Slone’s body clenched. Fire snaked up his spine. Stealing stiff fingers into rich brown hair, he found Ja’Rol’s hungry mouth, plundering the heated essence, desire making him sweeter. Ja’Rol turned on Slone like no other in his lifetime. When you live for a few centuries, there was time to compare.
    He was panting hard when he lifted from the succulent lips before him. The faint ding of the bell echoed. He hadn’t imagined it. The doors waited open patiently.
    With careful steps, he walked Ja’Rol out the door into their living room, minding the step-down only feet from the elevator door. One of the benefits of living in the same office building as their corporation—no time or hassle to get home.
    With Ja’Rol’s fingers creating waves of heat with every stroke over his heavy flesh, it took concentration to finish removing his own shirt and kick off his shoes. His trousers fell in a wrinkled heap so he could step out of his briefs.
    It was glorious to be naked, with Ja’Rol’s hands all over him.
    Without hesitation, he yanked Ja’Rol’s belt free and stripped him of his pants and underwear with focused attention. He licked his lips. “ I love your cock.” It stood out, thick and proud, taut and pulsing with desire. Neither had to deal with body hair by choice, so his balls hung visible beneath that gorgeous rod. “ I want you.”
    Slone shouted with pleasure when Ja’Rol added pressure with his caring hands, tightening the cage around the shaft in his hands in answer to Slone’s arousing thoughts.
    Before he could blink away the stars, Ja’Rol was before him on his knees. “ Me first.” Then he swallowed the head of Slone’s dick. Slone shuddered, lost in the sheer rapture of feeling. The wet, tight suck of his hot mouth sliding up and down his penis made Slone waver on his feet. The heady stroke of his hand reached between Slone’s thighs, cupping his heavy sac, and he shuddered in answer. The laving heat of Ja’Rol’s tongue danced along his length to flick at sensitive skin, then he gently suckled one hardened nut between bewitching lips. Slone gasped, oblivious to everything but the sensation of Ja’Rol’s tongue slicking over his balls. After paying them a