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    “Do... do you want another bite, Sir?”
    “Of you.”
    Adam chuckled softly. “I’m not on the clock, Sir. No biting.”
    “You don’t like biting? Not even a little nibble?” His lips were almost touching Adam’s.
    “I...” Adam’s eyes had little flecks of dark green.
    “Shh.” He pressed his lips to Adam’s.
    Adam’s lips parted, a soft moan passing between them. He pulled Adam’s breath into himself, then pressed his lips harder against Adam’s. The chemistry between them was powerful, wild, intense, and it made Matt ache. He moved his lips against Adam’s, slid his tongue in between them. Adam’s tongue touched his, the contact fleeting, soft. He moaned at that, at the heat and sensations.
    Matt loved the way Adam shivered for him, so surprisingly vulnerable. He slid his hand around Adam’s head, cupping the lovely skull.
    “I don’t kiss.” Adam’s lips moved against his.
    “I’m not a client.”
    “No. No, I’ll give my fee back. Take another one.”
    He wasn’t sure he wanted Adam taking on any more clients, but he didn’t have the right to say so. Yet. So he took Adam’s lips again, insisting that Adam open to him. When those lips parted for him this time, he pushed his tongue in, searching for Adam’s flavor. Hot, sweet, fresh -- Adam was addictive.
    Groaning loudly, he tilted Adam’s head back and deepened the kiss. He let one hand slide down Adam’s body, tracing the rib cage, the lean abs. Adam’s skin was warm and smooth. It felt amazing beneath his fingertips, even as the gauzy material of Adam’s clothing caught on his fingers.
    He pressed his hand closer, palm against Adam’s heart. He could feel the tiny nipple, hard against his touch. He rubbed his hand back and forth, feeling that little bit of flesh harden further. Adam moaned softly, for him.
    “Yes.” He deepened the kiss even further.
    So responsive. So heated. He pushed Adam back against the couch, pressing their chests together.
This was so much nicer than the formal, controlled professional. He hummed happily, fingers working to open Adam’s shirt again.
    Adam swallowed for him, sucked in air. He pushed the shirt from Adam’s shoulders and explored with his fingertips. Lean, smooth, unmarked, tan -- beautiful. His fingers went for those little nipples almost with a will of their own. He couldn’t believe they weren’t pierced, weren’t marked.
    “You don’t have any body-mods?” If Adam were his, the man would be decorated. Every special occasion or moment would be marked, recorded.
    “No. No, Sir. I’m a blank canvas so that Doms can imagine me how they want me.”
    “You have nothing for yourself, then.” Matt traced his fingers around Adam’s right nipple, around and around.
    “I... I don’t know how to answer that.” That sweet little bit of flesh was so hard.
    “No? Don’t you have desires for yourself?” He leaned in and licked at that hard little nub of flesh.
    “Of course I do. One day I’ll not do this professionally.” Adam arched the smallest bit.
    “Like today.” He licked the hard little bit again, then took it into his mouth and started to suck.
    “Like... Oh...” Adam’s fingers tangled in his hair.
    He flicked the tip as he sucked on the surrounding flesh, humming to make everything vibrate. Adam whimpered for him, and that sound was like heaven. He slid one hand slowly down along Adam’s belly. Those tight abs rippled, jerked, and rolled under his touch. He kept stroking them, very slowly winding his way down to the package waiting beneath Adam’s waistband.
    He’d already seen it, but this was brand new, fifty times more sensual and real. This time it mattered.
    He let his hand continue its downward motion and wrapped it around the hard lump in Adam’s pants. Adam’s eyes opened, met his. The look was shocked, happy. He stared right into Adam’s eyes, slowly rubbing, wanting to make Adam really need.
    “I. Sir. This is...”
    “Good. This is