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held up his hand.
    “Me first. Though I’d hoped to have at least a couple of hours to spend with you tonight, now I have to be at work by seven. That means I’m going to have to hit the sack in about an hour. So, can we go somewhere?”
    “Sure.” Ramey’s voice had lost the sad quality he’d had in the dressing room. But he sounded resigned now, and Harte didn’t want that either. “There are a couple of private rooms here. Not like at Unfettered, but no one will bother us in there. I can’t leave work just yet, we’re on the clock until three.”
    “Private suits me fine. Lead the way.”
    Knowing Harte followed him and knowing how well the worn jeans hugged his ass, Ramey put a little extra sway in his step. Just as he’d hoped, Harte’s attention was firmly on Ramey’s ass when he glanced back over his shoulder. The rooms set aside for private dances weren’t ideal for conversation, but then again, Ramey wasn’t really interested in doing much talking right now.
    He led Harte to the room farthest from the noise around the main bar. With another glance over his shoulder, Ramey opened the door then leaned against it so that Harte could precede him into the room. The lighting was dim, giving the room an almost cave-like quality. Two long upholstered couches were flush against the far wall and a big fabric ottoman on wheels could be moved in front of either couch.
    There were several black and white photos on the walls, each depicting a nude male torso from shoulder to groin or buttocks. They could have been hanging in any art gallery, the lighting and composition more reminiscent of high art than porn.
    Harte looked around then walked closer to one of the photos. He studied it for a few minutes then looked back at Ramey. “This is you.”
    Pleasure washed through Ramey. Harte had recognized his body out of all the pictures on the walls. “Yes. All of the photos in here are of the dancers. Jason thought it would bring more intimacy into the room.”
    “He’s right.” Harte turned to study the other photos, then came back to the middle of the room. “Ramey, you asked me a question in the dressing room, and I want to explain my answer.”
    “You don’t—”
    “Stop.” At the definite command, Ramey quieted. Harte moved closer to him. “I’m damn good at what I do and my career is very important to me. However…” Harte cupped Ramey’s face, tilting it up slightly and making Ramey meet his eyes.
    “I’m willing to compromise. I want to know if you and I can be more than just a one-night hook-up in a place like Unfettered. I want to know more about you and I want you to know more about me. I don’t know where you fit in with what I do, but I do know I’m willing to explore this a bit. So what do you say? Want to give this a shot?”
    Ramey nodded and stepped into Harte’s embrace. He wrapped his arms around Harte’s waist and started to sway.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Well, where I come from we call this dancing. I figured a smart guy like you would know that.”
    The sharp smack on his still slightly tender ass had Ramey sucking in a deep breath and lifting his face to Harte’s smiling one. “Don’t get smart with me, I’ll turn you over my knee.”
    “Promises, promises.” Ramey snuggled even closer, enjoying the feel of Harte’s muscular body against his. They were close enough in height to make dancing smooth and not awkward, but Harte was bulkier, his muscles different from Ramey’s own more slender build. He liked the contrast. He felt Harte chuckle even as his arms tightened a bit around Ramey.
    Though he wasn’t used to leading, he liked the feel of Harte responding to his movements.
    He liked it even more when Harte’s hands slid down to his hips, pulling his lower body even closer to Harte’s. Ramey could feel Harte’s cock thickening behind his jeans and turned his head to nip at Harte’s jaw. The slight rasp of Harte’s evening beard brushed against his own