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ass for no reason last night!” Mark said in a falsely cheerful voice.
    “You looked very cute,” I replied sincerely. It was the truth. Mark always looked cute, in a carefully disheveled way. He knew how to pull it off so that he looked like a sexy hipster rather than a messy derelict. That took skill.
    “You’re lucky that you’re sleeping with one of my best friends,” he said, not looking terribly overwhelmed by the compliment.
    “I’m sorry,” I replied, and he raised his eyebrows at me. “That I made you dress up like a naughty schoolboy and go to an underground sex party.” He cleared his throat.
    “For no reason,” I finished.
    “Yeah, whatever. You owe me. I think I see some really annoying trials in your future.”
    “Are you mad at me too, Cam?” I turned toward him, with what I hoped was a contrite expression. He gave me his charming Cameron grin. Have I mentioned the charming Cameron grin? Well, if not, trust me, it was very charming. It had charmed the panties off of me once.
    “Me? Nah. I’m not mad that I dressed up like a gay biker for nothing. Now, when my multi-millionaire client caught me digging through garbage cans for you …”
    “I already apologized for that!”
    “I’ll get over it eventually. I’m getting to be pretty good at criminal defense anyway. Maybe I can do that when my father and the other partners at my firm find out.”
    “I’m not mad at you at all.” Adam smiled brightly. “In fact, I think you’re fucking hilarious. If you weren’t dating Braden, I’d go out with you myself just for the entertainment.”
    “Well, she is dating Braden, so find your entertainment elsewhere,” Braden said and moved over, patting the loveseat beside him. I went over and sat down and it was as if Bruno just magically knew somehow that Mommy and Daddy were sitting together. (Which meant double team petting.) He came flying around a corner, hurtled himself back into the room like a missile, stopped short, and slid ten yards on his ass to arrive at our feet and beg us to pick him up, which Braden promptly did. Bruno was a very enthusiastic animal and Braden was a doting doggie daddy.
    While Braden petted Bruno, I petted Braden, running my fingers up and down the hard muscles of his inner thigh. Bruno was blocking what I was doing from sight, and I could sense that Braden was enjoying it, so I teased him a little by moving a bit higher periodically as we watched the game. At the time I didn’t realize
how much
he was enjoying it.
    “So how was Pittsburgh?” Jessica asked during a commercial break. Braden and Adam had just returned from a conference there the night before.
    “First night was just introductory stuff and a cocktail party,” Adam said. “The keynote speech was okay. The party was pretty good although Braden wanted to leave early because he missed Gabrielle.”
    “Oh, poor Braden,” Mark teased. “What had it been? A whole ten hours?” Adam and Cameron laughed. Braden just glared.
    “The next day,” Adam continued, “we did our presentation, went to a couple other presentations, and then Braden wanted to leave early because, you guessed it, he missed Gabrielle. Apparently he can’t survive outside of her for more than a day.”
    “We had done all the important stuff!” Braden argued. “The third day was just more bullshit. I didn’t want to go to any more lunches or dinners. I can eat here.”
    “One
month
!” Mark laughed. “Jesus, Braden, you went down like the fucking Titanic, man! Dating for four weeks and you can’t make it two whole days without her.”
    “Six weeks,” Braden corrected. “I don’t dick around when I know what I want, and I want to be with her.” Braden and I smiled at each other stupidly for a minute.
    “I guess you
don’t
!” Cam muttered with a laugh. “I have to admit I kind of admire that.”
    The game came back on and we watched another inning. My fingers brushed up against Braden’s boy parts a little more