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have a view of a meat-packing plant. Whenever someone moves out from the riverside, there’s a draw for the other tenants and someone gets to move across. New people in always get the back view first. I lucked out and got the river from the start—I was one of the first to move in. Had to put up with the racket of ongoing building work for a while, but this was worth it.” He stood at Marty’s shoulder, stroked his arms and gradually pulled them behind Marty’s back until he could restrain him with one hand.
    Marty stilled. Keeping hold of his wrists, Beau slipped his arm around Marty’s slender waist and spread his fingers over Marty’s stomach. He kissed his neck.
    “How does this make you feel?” Beau squeezed Marty’s wrists tighter. He moved his hand lower, sliding just the tips of his fingers beneath Marty’s waistband. The heat from Marty’s skin was intense.
    “I…don’t know.”
    “Yes you do. Tell me.”
    “Vulnerable. Safe. Turned on… Confused. That makes no sense…”
    “It makes perfect sense to me.”
    “When you touch me, I can’t think.”
    Beau took a step back and let Marty go. The foot of clear space between them might as well have been a mile. Marty swung around.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “Not at all. I just want you to have a clear mind when you decide whether or not to obey my next order.” Beau wanted to grin as Marty’s pretty eyes widened, but he kept his expression emotion free. “Strip.”

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Marty froze. Every limb locked in place, arms at his sides, legs shoulder-width apart. It was decision time. Walk away or give up control? The decision was far easier than he’d thought it would be. Marty toed off his shoes then bent to remove his socks. He at least had the presence of mind to realize that there needed to be an order to undressing if he didn’t want to come across as a complete idiot. He pulled his sweater over his head, folded it neatly and laid it on top of his boots.
    “Good. Face me.” Beau’s voice was low and rough. It sent shivers down Marty’s spine. He did as he’d been told and found himself pinned by Beau’s stormy gaze. “Now you can carry on.”
    Marty swallowed, his throat dry. He pulled off his T-shirt next and added it to the pile of clothes. His nipples ached as if they were clamped. At least Marty guessed that’s how they might feel. He wanted to pinch one, but didn’t. Instead he unbuckled his belt and slid it free of its loops. His jeans dropped an inch or so onto his hips even before he undid them. He took a deep breath and let them fall to the floor, stepped out of them carefully then rolled them up and set them aside. He straightened up, painfully aware of how his erection tented his underwear.
    “I don’t recall telling you to stop,” Beau said.
    Pathetic sub I make. Can’t even follow a simple order. Forget modesty. Get the feeling there’s no place for shyness in a relationship with Beau. Marty rolled his clingy briefs down his thighs then kicked them off. He pushed them toward the clothing pile with his toe then stood still.
    “Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together.”
    Oh God. As he got in to the required position, Marty wondered if he gave off a terrified vibe. His fear had nothing to do with submitting to the gorgeous man in front of him—that came all too easily. But what if his body didn’t pass muster? Beau had muscles that Marty could only dream about. His own small, slim frame was toned, but muscles were a work in progress. As Beau raked him with a critical gaze, Marty’s erection drooped.
    “Stunning. Absolutely beautiful.” Beau gave his verdict, and Marty’s cock perked right back up.
    My penis has an ego. Who knew?
    Standing still became a huge challenge as Beau circled Marty. Marty had to admit defeat when Beau cupped his ass and dragged a finger down his crack. He took half a pace forward and immediately regretted the action as Beau’s palm renewed