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golden eyes as Dylan leaned toward him.
    The cop's lips were almost over his when Hayden said, "I'm married."
    Dylan drew back a couple of inches, his face still intimately close, his hand still on Hayden's face. He spoke in a whisper. "I know." His other hand stroked over Hayden's wedding band. "If I said I didn't care right at this moment, does that make me a terrible person?"
    Hayden couldn't speak. He closed his eyes as Dylan leaned closer again and pressed his mouth to his.
    It was the first time he'd kissed a man. Dylan's lips were all melting softness, gentle sweetness, belying the strength of his muscular body. His fingertips slid to the back of Hayden's neck, stroking the short hair at his nape, fingering it lightly.
    A moan spilled from Hayden's lips. He put a hand on Dylan's shoulder before moving it to his head, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Dylan took the hint. His tongue, feathering lightly over the inside of his mouth, was met by Hayden's own. The kiss turned from hesitation into explicit need. Dylan's thigh pressed against his. An arm slid around his back.
    The kiss seemed to take all the oxygen from his lungs but Hayden didn't break it. He felt a hand on the front of his robe, pulling the belt open, revealing his hardness in the flimsy pants with ease, before fingertips eased under his T-shirt, up his back, smoothing over his spine.
    Hayden shuddered at the touch. He kissed Dylan harder as the deputy's hand slid right to his neck and down again, to his waist, fingers inching beneath the elastic of his pants to play over the top of one buttock.
    Hayden caught his breath. He couldn't get close enough to Dylan like this, seated side by side. He needed to touch and kiss him. Dylan gripped both buttocks suddenly, pulling him. "Sit on my lap."
    The command had Hayden climbing in an instant. He straddled Dylan, leaning down to kiss him again. Dylan pushed the robe off his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. His hands ran greedily up Hayden's back, leaving flames in their wake. He pulled Hayden closer, rocking deliberately against him so Hayden felt the hard bulge in his jeans, pressing against his own.
    He whimpered, lifting both arms obediently as Dylan yanked off his T-shirt. The cop buried his face instantly in Hayden's neck, dropping heated kisses, working down his torso, holding him by the hips as he teased at one nipple.
    Hayden hissed in pleasure. A wet tongue laved his nipple, flicked against it before Dylan sucked it, bit lightly, blew on it, leaving it stiff and slick. Hayden bucked against him, rubbing his crotch against Dylan's chest, pushing down so the hard length pressed against his ass.
    Oh God, he wasn't sure he had ever been this hot in his life. Dylan pulled back. He discarded his sweater and Hayden saw a chiselled torso complete with six pack. A black tattoo of a dragon completely covered his right bicep. He stared, hands trailing down Dylan's body, stroking, seeking.
    Dylan breathed heavily. His fingertips nudged the waistband of Hayden's pants, where his hard cock threatened to rear over the top. His thumb stroked the head, leaving the thin material damp. Hayden couldn't have given away his desire any further. Dylan's hand moved down, fingers following the outline of Hayden's hard shaft until Hayden wanted to beg to be touched.
    Dylan was taking his time, though. His lips sought Hayden's neck, kissing gently as he stroked through his pants. He found Hayden's balls and squeezed lightly, massaging them.
    Hayden ground down on Dylan's erection. The solid feel of it against his ass excited him beyond belief, even with two layers of clothes separating them. He had never got this close to another man's cock before. He had never imagined one breaching his ass before as he did now.
    Dylan's thumbs hooked under his waistband and pulled. Hayden's hard cock head sprang free, oozing at the tip. Dylan gave what sounded like a little growl. "Take these off." He started to push Hayden's pants