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sex was sex. He’d take what he could get and if that made him the slut he thought he was, so be it.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimmy approaching their table with a basket of bread.
    I think it’s time to give this little upstart some competition.
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    Taylor leaned into Draven and ran a hand down the clean-shaven cheek, hearing him hiss at the touch. Jimmy stood before them, a look of sad, resigned surprise on his face.
    “And what exactly is it that you want to do to me, Draven?” Taylor drawled, licking his lips and seeing Draven’s pupils dilate in sheer satisfaction.
    Oh yes, Jimmy lad, take notes. I’m the one doing that to him, not you. So piss off and leave us alone.
    “God, you are one teasing little bastard.” Draven’s voice was husky and he shifted in his chair. Taylor smirked at the fact that he didn’t even seem to see Jimmy at his side. “I guess my reply would be, what don’t I want to do with you, Taylor? Perhaps we should leave and find out just how far we can get.” Draven smirked back. “Do you think we’d make it to my car or will I be fucking you right here on this table?”
    Jimmy gave a plaintive squeak and scurried off like a frightened rabbit. Taylor stared into grey eyes that held so many promises, and he knew he was irretrievably snared. Jimmy’s impression of a scared cottontail had nothing on Taylor’s desire for this man to possess him in any way he wanted, to hold him down, take him and use him.
    The two men couldn’t get out of Galileo’s fast enough. Taylor left money to cover the drinks even as they argued over who would do it, and he hoped Gideon would forgive him for deserting their post before their food arrived. He had given Sarah on the front desk a rather garbled explanation about a family emergency as he’d exited the restaurant and “sorry for the mess up.” Once on the pavement, he and Draven looked at each other.
    “My place,” Draven commanded. “Closer and more private. Get in the car.” He waved towards an expensive-looking Honda Civic parked in a bay a few places down from the restaurant. He clicked a remote from his pocket and the car beeped. Draven slid into the driver seat, as Taylor slid in beside him, and they both fumbled with seatbelts.
    Taylor tried to distract himself from the fact he was going home with this man to be fucked into oblivion. “Nice car,” he said lamely. “How did you manage the parking space? They’re like, really rare around here.”
    “I have a special permit in the window to park places I want to. No one messes with it. And the car is a tourer. Suits my work. Space and comfort all in one.” Draven started the car and pulled out at a speed Taylor was sure wasn’t legal.
    “Where are we going?” He wondered if he should tell someone, perhaps Gideon, where he was off to in case Draven turned out to be a raving killer. Although Taylor was sure Gideon wouldn’t let a man who was a little crazy into his cherished restaurant. He was reputed to be a good judge of character. Taylor grinned inwardly. But then Giddy did like Eddie…his thoughts randomly buzzed in his head like anxious dragonflies trying to escape a net. Draven’s voice interrupted his musings.
    “Charing Cross. I have a house there.”
    “Oh. Nice area. I’m in Kennington myself. Roebury Avenue.” Taylor sat back and closed his eyes, willing the drive to finish before Draven killed them both. His fists clenched at his sides, his erection slowly deflating. He’d always hated fast cars and speed, ever since a close friend had died in a fiery ball after hitting an embankment speeding. Taylor had experienced it, felt Michael’s agony and fear, and been incapacitated for the best part of the day. Now he felt as if he was reliving that event and the emotional toll was rising.
    Draven drove like he seemed to live his life. No nonsense, take charge, efficient and fast. Risky and on a knife’s edge. He didn’t seem to notice Taylor, sick