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temperature. The mattress held him like a gentle hand. The triple-glazed windows overlooking the park kept the room goldfish quiet, but Ruben couldn’t keep his brain from scurrying on its wheel and his thick dick from slithering against the mattress.
    Princess and the Peabrain.
    Despite the spacious quarters, Ruben wrestled with the surge of claustrophobia and closed his eyes. If he’d been at home in Miami, he’d have bumped Marisa’s ass with his joint to wake her and get it wet. At his brother’s he’d take a cold shower. His cock wasn’t fully hard yet, but the sore tingle telegraphed how long it had been. Since coming to the city, he hadn’t gotten laid. Weeks , come to think of it.
    As he hunched against the warm bedding, his juicy foreskin slipped smoothly back and forth a quarter inch inside his boxers. He imagined trying on the suits with Joysann. The wet pout of her mouth. The hypnotic rush of power that came from taking whatever he wanted, no price tag. The firm clutch and drag of those hands tugging and smoothing his body through the wool.
    Andy’s hands.
    He froze, horny and ashamed. His cock vibrated beneath his belly. Bauer’s hands. His employer’s hands had felt too good and he remembered them exactly.
    “Halt,” he whispered to the dark room. It even smelled expensive.
    He sat up to take the final swallow of the water, warm by now. Time for a refill. He tried not to think about the liquor in the library, living room, kitchen, and more. He was only thirsty for water.
    Starved for contact is all. And he could not afford a wet dream in this bed.
    Self-conscious about his bare brown legs and his stiff boner, he pulled on his trousers over his straining boxers but didn’t bother with anything over his wife-beater. Barefoot on the wool rug, he padded out into the hall. The over-the-top security made the entire building feel like safe space.
    At three thirty in the morning, the silent apartment held its breath. The wide plank floors didn’t even creak as he made his way back to the kitchen to refill the glass of water instead of using the bathroom sink. He opened the Sub-Zero refrigerator and stared at the shelves loaded with kumquats, lamb chops, and fresh cilantro bagged with its roots still attached for maximum organic whatever-the-hell.
    Crazy. He’d let Bauer’s paranoia seep into him until it metastasized into insomnia and blue balls. For the millionth time, he understood why guys jerked off out of boredom just to numb their brains.
    He drifted to the dining room where the dishes waited for cleanup by Bauer’s staff. Resisting the urge to put everything in the sink, he tugged open the terrace door and stepped outside into the quiet, sultry air.
    His skin started to ooze sweat, but at least he could breathe out here. His back prickled with the sensation of being watched. Bullshit, of course. He and his boss were alone up here, and he was the only one awake. Right?
    Hating himself, he looked up at the blank black of Bauer’s windows.
    For reasons he didn’t examine, he stood looking up at them for a full two minutes, for a sign, for a clue.
    Nothing and no one looked back, but his prickling unease did not subside.
    Stupid. His cock bobbed and finally sagged inside his creased boxers.
    In other circumstances he’d have said his instincts had him on alert, but in this bullshit situation he knew better. Andy Bauer was more likely to be struck by lightning or abducted by aliens than fall prey to any kind of Tom Clancy scenario.
    Bullshit.
    Bauer had to be running a con, with him as window dressing. Maybe that was it. Maybe he wasn’t telling Ruben the whole truth after all. Maybe he did want a rough wingman to crack the ladies. And maybe the reason Ruben was earning so much for so little was to allow Bauer to act out some egomaniac kink. Exhibitionism, voyeurism. Best to stay dumb.
    Sleeping dogs lie.
    Two puzzle pieces snicked together in his mind, and in that moment, sweet certainty gripped