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intensity Rob had to remind himself to breathe.
    Kyle chuckled. “That’s his MO, ‘She has to kiss me like she means it.’  It’s well played, actually. Not in any way humiliating. Gets them every fucking time.” He crossed one well-shod foot over the other in front of him.  Rob watched, realizing it for what it was. A connection, for Jack, meant a kiss. He didn’t bestow them often. As a matter of fact he could hardly remember his friend kissing any woman.
    “So,” the deep, gravelly voice of the other man in the room hit him smack in the libido. “Robert.” He managed to draw the simple name out in his odd, English-yet-not accent.
    Rob kept his eyes trained on the activity below, trying like hell to ignore the signals coming from the incredibly compelling and intimidating man in the room. He did not need this now. Jumping into something so fresh from René.  He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Willed his body to stop reacting to whatever chemistry the guy in the expensive suit was throwing at him.
    “You are very attractive.” Rob glanced over his shoulder. His looks were something he took for granted, didn’t even give much credence to. Not after what he’d been through. He was happy to be breathing, much less in a supposedly attractive collection of skin, bones and muscles. The eyes that met his were narrowed.
    “Thanks.” He kept watching as the people below paired off and disappeared. Jack first, Evan second then the rest of them. “Jack is…”
    “A natural at this.” Kyle’s voice stayed neutral. “But he does not have his heart in it, just his body, that much is obvious. I’ve seen it all, trust me. Our mutual friend is headed for a serious melt down unless something changes for him.”
    Rob scoffed. “Jack is probably the least introspective guy on the planet.”
    “You might be surprised.” Within seconds, in the proverbial blink of an eye, the massive form of Kyle was in his personal space. He stood, grabbed Rob’s hand and pulled him up. The touch set off alarms, and jolts of pleasure in him he had no frame of reference for. “But for now, I think I need to educate you.”
    Rob started to pull away but Kyle had one hand on his hip and the other curled around his neck. “I don’t know what you, oh.” He gulped as the other man’s hand drifted down to touch his straining zipper. “Shit.”
    “Yes. Well,” Kyle took a deep breath, leaned in and whispered in Rob’s ear. “I don’t usually do this but…,” Rob shut his eyes at the touch of Kyle’s lips to his skin. “I am incredibly attracted to you, Robert.” His voice stayed low, reverberated around Rob’s skull. 
    “So, educate me then.” He gasped as the man captured his lips, dove into his mouth with a strong, invasive tongue. At that moment he would have done anything to get closer to Kyle. As his head buzzed with need, his chest tightened with a different sort of want. One he was afraid he’d found; one he knew he would have to reject.
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    Later that night, more sexually sated than he'd been in his life, Rob went up on an elbow to observe the man who he had let tie him onto a bed and give him a lesson in orgasm denial he would never forget. He touched Kyle's full lips, startling the other man out of a light nap. He smiled at Rob, his odd colored eyes twinkling. 
    "Well? Was it what you thought it would be?" He stretched, and Rob tried hard not to stare at the man's utter physical perfection: A full chest, cut abs, and amazing, still half-hard cock.
    The words burst from his lips. "When can I move in?" 
    Kyle chuckled deep in his chest and Rob had an alarming moment when he realized he may not have been kidding. The man had touched something deep in him, something primal, by taking complete control and forcing Rob to relinquish it. He had fucking loved it, too much.
    "So tell me, how does a guy get to Detroit to open one of the hottest BDSM clubs around and sound like a bloody English butler anyway?" He