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silently it was okay to let go, to let himself feel it all.
    With a groan, Stephen turned, stretching Zach out beneath him and sliding his hands down, then back up his sides, this time under the young man's T-shirt, pushing it up as he went.
    The kiss broke long enough to remove the garment, and Stephen's breath caught, staring down at him.
    His skin was smooth and pale, his waist narrow, the belly button pierced. The little blue jewel nestled in the center 25
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    called to him, and Stephen grinned, sliding down to press his open mouth there.
    Zach laughed, squirming a bit under him. "Careful, I'm ticklish!"
    Stephen chuckled. It was tempting to linger and torment him with the new knowledge, but now that he had Zach spread out under him, there was more he wanted than just making him laugh.
    He wanted to make him wild.
    Zach's heart was pounding. And Stevie hadn't touched him yet, not in any real way. What kind of madness was it going to be when his adorable police officer shed his hesitancy and really touched him? It made Zach faint just thinking about it.
    He wanted to hurry him, to arch and grab his hands and show him where he wanted them most. But he didn't. He forced himself to relax and let Stevie take the lead. He wanted to know just what would happen when all hell broke loose and this man lost that tight control.
    "I'm not going to break, StevieEyou can touch me." Hey, no one said he couldn't encourage.
    Stevie smiled and nodded. "I know. I justElooking at you is good, too." His green eyes were amused when they met Zach's. "You know damn well how pretty you are."
    Zach grinned, lifting one shoulder. "Maybe."
    Stevie laughed out loud, shaking his head. "Maybe, my ass."
    Zach's hands slid down to cup said ass through Stevie's jeans and squeezed with a little moan of appreciation. "And such a nice ass, too."
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    Then they were kissing again, and Zach wound his arms around Stevie's shoulders, one leg coming up to rub against his hip. Too many clothes. They were both wearing way too many clothes. But he wasn't willing to stop kissing him long enough to say so, so he did it silently instead, hands sliding down to tug Stevie's shirt free of the waistband of his pants, impatient to see him, touch him, feel his warmth.
    Thankfully, Stevie got the message fast, and the next thing Zach knew, hands were everywhere, both of theirs, tugging at clothes, fumbling with buttons and zippers, fabric bunching around thighs and finally being kicked off until at last they were both naked.
    And, oh, it felt good. Stevie was no fey thing, oh no. He was strong andEwell, the word burly came to mind. Broad shoulders and a barrel chest dusted with hair, strong stomach and long, thick, muscular thighs.
    Zach let his hands wander and soon discovered Stevie's legs weren't the only things that were thick.
    Stevie let out a choked sound, the kiss breaking, as Zach closed his fingers around the hard length of his cock.
    "Sweet Christ, Zach!" Stevie sounded downright stunned.
    It was so cute.
    Zach gave him an impish grin and a tight stroke. "You're going to have to get over this whole being shocked by everything I do thing, Stevie."
    Stevie laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think that's possible. Bold as fucking brass, aren't you?"
    "Mmm, fucking. Sounds perfect. Let's do that, hmm?" Zach lifted his brows with a light laugh and slid down under Stevie, 27
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    shimmying his way until he was face toEwell, cock with what he wanted most right then. Before Stevie could protest or act all scandalized again, Zach took the words, and the breath, right out of him by closing his lips around the head of Stevie's cock and sucking him deep.
    WellEmaybe not all the words. Stevie had plenty of cuss words left in him, as he exhibited while Zach worked every single trick he knew on the other man's gorgeous cock and blew Officer Hotness's mind.
    He slid his hand