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that controlled power and Henri’s easy panache that seemed so very French, though in this case was French-Canadian. Being with Henri felt a bit like a holiday, like nothing else mattered, like he could just be himself and relax. Enjoy what was offered, regardless of what other people might think of him. Act on attraction, for once in his life. Henri was taking care of all that. He could trust him.
    They pulled into the garage and Nikolai almost regretted that the ride was over. Although that other ride would begin in a few minutes, he reckoned, and that would be even more erotic. “Damn, five minutes more and I’d have come in my jeans.”
    Henri laughed. “You might want to consider buying one of these cars for yourself when you collect your payout once Cybele starts to produce.”
    “For that, I’d have to settle somewhere with nice smooth roads.” Nikolai stepped out of the car and waited for Henri to lock it, then fell into step with him. “Maybe I’ll be one of those guys in their midlife crisis who’ll get a car like this so pulling is easier,” Nikolai said as they waited for the elevator.
    “ Pulling ? What do you mean?”
    “Score? Sex? Pick up, um, guys?”
    Henri shook his head. “You have a low opinion of me.”
    “Just saying, you’d score driving a tractor.”
    The elevator doors opened and Henri gestured for Nikolai to come inside. On an impulse, Nikolai took him by the shoulders, shoved him in, and pressed against him chest to chest. Henri made an oof sound as if punched, but Nikolai felt an epic-sized boner against his groin. With their faces so close, Henri’s pupils looked blown, and he licked his lips. Nikolai wasn’t sure what was sexier—that sweet pressure against his own dick or how turned on Henri was. For him. As sad and futile as this whole thing was, it was also damned hot. If sex was the only thing he could give Henri, he’d make it the best sex he could.
    Henri pulled him closer, as if to kiss him, breath ghosting over his face. Nikolai wasn’t sure how he’d respond, if he’d really mind that much if Henri kissed him now, but Henri, after a split-second that betrayed he might be thinking the same, just kissed his throat, which made Nikolai press harder against him.
    “Eighth floor,” Henri murmured. “I can’t reach the button.”
    “Oh. Yeah.” He stretched and hit it, already distracted by the gentle sucking on his skin, then just a hint of teeth. He pressed closer, ground his dick against Henri’s, and God, but he loved Henri’s gasp and the twinge of arousal in his own body.
    “I was . . . going to take it slow,” Henri whispered near his ear.
    “You’ll take it all right,” Nikolai said, which made Henri moan.
    The elevator doors pinged open and they just barely manage to loosen the clinch long enough to make it to the door. Henri already looked wickedly turned on, and Nikolai was pretty sure any onlooker (like those black CCTV bulbs on the ceiling) could tell exactly how hard they both were.
    Henri got the door open and Nikolai followed, closed it with a heel kick. “Get upstairs or I’ll drag you.”
    “Maybe I like getting dragged,” Henri teased, but he was already shedding clothes. Nikolai kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, dropped it on the couch on the way up.
    Henri walked backward and cupped his own dick in his trousers. “You going to fuck me rough?”
    Nikolai wanted to tear his clothes off and sink into his body, fuck him hard and long—not that he’d ever really thought about how he would have sex with a guy, but right now, that was the mood—all his tension seeking an outlet—but he forced himself to stay in control. One thing was a fantasy, the other thing a very real chance for disaster. “On the bed.”
    Henri turned and switched on the nightstand lamp, toed his shoes off and opened his belt. He pulled his trousers and boxers down, then his socks, and was completely naked, his finely groomed body proud and