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Handcuffs and Lace 09 -She's Got Balls
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Vin reached for a bottle Chris hadn’t noticed, and squirted a healthy dose of chocolate syrup into the cup, swirled the spoon, and resumed sipping.
Chris’ startled laugh spilled forth. Hot, ripped, and deadly—with a sweet tooth? It was like seeing a dog meow.
Vin studied him over the rim of his mug, motionless but for the tip and release of his cup.
He watched Vin too. One thick arm folded across his chest served as a surface for the other elbow. Even in relative repose, Vin’s musculature appeared flexed and taut beneath his tight skin. The barest sprinkle of tiny black curls dusted his pecs and veed downward into a slim trail, lost beneath the edge of his jeans.
Solidly built without an ounce of fat, on a wide-shouldered, thick wristed frame a Valkyrie would be proud of, Vin could kill a man in one lethal, fluid motion. Though he’d never been small compared to most men, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Vin in combat.
Vin propped his ass against the line of cabinets and casually crossed his ankles. “You were right,” he said, finally breaking the silence.
“About?”
“Your mascara smudges.” The amused twinkle had re-entered Vin’s eyes.
“Ah.”
“You look like shit.”
“I had a rough night,” Chris said.
“Looks like some woman jumped you, fucked you all night long, and left her makeup all over your face.”
A wry smile tugged at Chris’ lips. “My bedmates don’t generally wear makeup. It’s not a quality I find attractive.”
Vin shrugged a shoulder again. “I dunno. I think it’s kinda cute.”
Chris stilled. Did he mean women waking up with smeared makeup was cute or Chris smeared with makeup was cute? He mentally chewed on the words, searching Vin’s expression for a tell, but found nothing.
“Good call on the fight yesterday,” Vin said.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time. And it got the stash of oregano out in the open. I just hope the fight didn’t scare off any of the neighbors.”
“It didn’t.”
“How can you be sure? Most people avoid domestic issues, and we raised the roof,” Chris said.
“The two women talking didn’t like me. They sympathized with you even after the kiss.”
Chris felt his cheeks heat. He didn’t think he could stand the tension any longer, so he busied himself finding the bowls they’d unpacked yesterday. Snatching a box of cereal, he tried to convince himself he wanted breakfast more than he wanted Vin.
Vin set down his mug and made to leave. “Typical housewives don’t expect early visitors, but you require more maintenance than a typical housewife. You’re wearing old makeup, but you still look like a guy. By the time you’re done, there will be a knock at the door,” he said, alluding to their earlier conversation.
Chris grinned privately. Being forced to wear a dress, makeup, and tuck his parts emasculated him. Knowing Vin thought he looked like a guy despite that, pleased him.
“Tarp,” Vin called from somewhere down the hall.
“Yeah?”
“Pretty robe.”
Chris looked down at the huge floral imprint on puke green. At some point, his dick had slipped through the front of his boxers and poked its head from the folded material at the center of one gold-toned daisy.
His earlier blush drained away. Had Vin seen? Chris closed his eyes on a groan. Something told him he’d be left to wonder. “Goddamn it! That doesn’t look fucking desperate at all .”
Chapter Three
    Vin had been right. Chris had barely slicked on his gloss and straightened his skirt when the doorbell rang. And in the process, he made another discovery. Vin looked ridiculous in a suit and tie. They reached the front door about the same time.
    “Lose the coat,” Chris said.
“Office guys wear suits,” Vin argued. His face took a stubborn cast.
“It looks stupid and fake on you. Take it off before I open the door,” Chris ordered in a
whisper.
    Vin shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the arm holding his briefcase. Chris grabbed it back, shook
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