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drawing blood as he fought not to come from the staggering emotional assault. He wanted to roll in every last second of Tim’s orgasm before giving in to his own.
     
    When Tim’s spasms stopped he let go, fondling Tim’s softened sac. He reached up and slid his hand up and down Tim’s back. His fingers curled and raked down as his balls tightened moments before orgasm.
     
    His body convulsed as he filled his lover’s ass with cum.
     
    Julian wanted to fall into Tim, lay boneless on his warm back, but he couldn’t leave his lover like this. While Tim would be the last man to complain, it was Julian’s job to take care of his comfort.
     
    He grabbed the towel from under Tim’s flaccid cock as he pulled out of his tight ass. He wiped off the cum dribbling out of Tim’s hole before standing.
     
    “If you can handle the cuffs, I’ll be right back.”
     
    Tim mumbled something and scooted forward and reached for the Velcro with his teeth. Julian went to the bathroom, dumping the soiled cloth in a hamper and grabbing two more. He washed himself then dampened the second cloth in warm water.
     
    He went back to Tim and gently cleaned him.
     
    Tim smiled, closing his eyes to thoroughly luxuriate in each caress. “That’s why I love you. Always taking care of me. Lisa doesn’t stand a chance against you.”
     
    Julian shook his head.
     
    If only he could be so certain.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Lisa glanced up from her steaming cinnamon latte and gooey cream cheese Danish as the hanging brass bell above the door of her favorite café clanged. Hot, dry Las Vegas air whipped around her as a blonde, pink and blue head popped into the air-conditioned oasis. Ignoring all the curious looks directed at her hair, Janice smiled and waved at Lisa before heading to the counter, her multicolored curls swishing around her shoulders. A large whipped cream-topped mocha and fresh-baked bagel later, Janice flopped down in the seat across from her.
     
    “So, how’s everything in the food biz?” Janice asked as she spread honey-sweetened cream cheese across her toasted cinnamon-raisin bagel.
     
    Lisa shrugged, adding another pink packet of sweetener to her coffee. “Business is the same but it’s sure been a weird couple of days.”
     
    “Tell me about it,” Janice sighed, shaking her head with a self-deprecating sigh. “Divorce papers signed, sealed and delivered, matrimonial freedom, then my girls’-night-out party. Gotta love this crazy town. It was made with singles gone wild in mind.”
     
    “Yeah, but your party was part of my weirdness,” Lisa grumbled. She realized she sounded petty, but something about those two men stuck with her, filling her with apprehension and anticipation. She tore a corner off her Danish and nibbled, trying to decide if she was hungry or not. The coffee smell was appealing but the sweet pastry didn’t look as appetizing as it had when she bought it.
     
    “What?” Janice asked, tapping her hot pink French-manicured nails on the table. “I thought you liked going out to clubs? Hell, you were the one to suggest the Pleasure Palace.” Janice hurried on as Lisa raised her eyebrows. “Not that I minded or anything. I didn’t even know they had a second floor, much less that there were male strippers up there.”
     
    Lisa grimaced, picking at the icing with her plastic fork. She felt like a pouting teenager. “If only they’d stay up there.”
     
    Janice didn’t say anything, just stared holes through Lisa’s head. Her friend knew Lisa couldn’t stand the silent treatment. When a bubbly person like Janice got quiet, it creeped her out. Felt like her friend was trying to stare through her skull.
     
    She had to break the silence. “The next day, guess who should walk in my restaurant.”
     
    “Who?”
     
    Lisa stared at a brightly colored poster of a smiling, dancing croissant hanging just above Janice’s shoulder, feeling the embarrassment from yesterday afternoon