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obliques.”
    God, he loved the man’s hands. The skillful dexterity in his every move. That kind of talent saved lives…and was now promising to take Brad apart, one broken moan at a time.
    Cole’s gaze lifted back to Brad’s, the blue eyes almost black as he slid his fingers to Brad’s stomach. “Rectus abdominis.”
    He spread his fingers until they spanned Brad’s lower abdomen, all the way from his navel to the top of the patch of hair covering his crotch.
    Brad’s mouth twitched at the edge, and he hoped Cole thought it was in humor instead of from the seizure it was having. “Not that I’m not lovin’ the anatomy lesson here, Doc, but—”
    Cole shot him his shut up look, and Brad’s tongue froze in his mouth. Eyes still on Brad’s, Cole stepped closer until they were almost touching from knees to chest. Instead of lowering his hand from Brad’s belly to his cock—and Brad refused to admit how much his dick was currently bitching about the oversight—Cole slid his hand around and down to cup Brad’s left cheek.
    “The gluteus maximus is the largest muscle in the human body,” Cole said.
    “Is this your geek-speak way of telling me you love my ass?”
    Cole tipped his head in mock curiosity, and Brad wished he’d get a move on. The slow torture was killing him.
    “Is this where you want me?” Cole asked as he brushed his fingers down Brad’s crack.
    Heat shot up Brad’s neck, bleeding across his face, nuking him from the inside out. Thoroughly wiping away any smirk left on his face.
    “Jesus, Cole,” he said hoarsely. “Just do it already.”
    Cole hauled Brad against him, the denim-covered swell of Cole’s hard cock providing sweet friction against his. The promise of relief. And God, he hoped the groan he’d just heard came from Cole and not him, because he didn’t want to sound that needy.
    The meeting of their mouths was another battle for control, and Brad managed to remove Cole’s shirt, but he knew there was no way he’d be coming out on top tonight. The kiss was hot, wet, and gloriously messy. Cole might be a geek…former geek—Jesus, Brad wasn’t so sure anymore—but the man knew how to kiss. Expertly manipulating Brad’s lips and tongue. Possessing the inside of his mouth like no one had ever been there before and Cole was friggin’ planting a flag and staking his claim.
    When Cole pulled back, Brad’s lips tried to follow, apparently because they’d rather keep kissing Cole than spare the time to inhale the oxygen necessary for life.
    At the loss of contact, Brad blinked, wondering what came next. Until Cole was on his knees before Brad, and Brad decided the scene was the hottest sight ever, bar none.
    His cock at full mast, begging for attention, Brad tensed in anticipation. But Cole leaned in and nipped at Brad’s left hip before trailing his mouth to the other side, his tongue swirling around the matching jut of bone on the right, biting and sucking until Brad knew he’d leave a mark.
    “Please tell me you’re going to skip listing out the muscles in my dick,” Brad said.
    Crap, he sounded so breathless.
    Cole shot him a sharp look from below, an I’m in charge expression that Brad might never be able to do without, ever again.
    Cole nuzzled the base of his cock. Close, but not close enough, and Brad bit out, “We should move to the bedroom,” mostly in an effort to suppress an embarrassing whimper that could have been mistaken for a beg. Which turned out to be a total waste of time because, when Cole licked a stripe from the base to his head, the sound escaped anyway.
    And in one fell swoop Cole took him deep in his mouth.
    “Or here…” Brad hissed with a groan, closing his eyes. “Here works too.”
    He spread his legs a bit, allowing easier access, and the warm, wet mouth and the skillful application of suction finally made up Brad’s mind. Keeping his eyes closed was a stupid idea.
    Brad glanced down and nearly lost his load. Lips stretching tight