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hairs almost made Sam
drool, and he was afraid to find out what kind of reaction he
would have once he got to see the man naked… or his cock…
Lord, yes!
And just like that he turned and headed in the direction
Mac indicated, not waiting for him. He couldn’t face the man.
Not when he was having such a hard time pretending he wasn’t
anxious and completely out of his comfort zone.
“We’re here,” Mac said. “515.”
Sam stopped and waited for Mac to scan his card key, but
bristled a little when the guy pushed the door and held it open for
him. What the fuck? Was he a woman now?
“Thanks,” he muttered, walking into the room. He may not
appreciate being treated like, well, like that, but his mother had
taught him manners.
§ § § §
“Don’t mention it.” Mac closed the door and leaned against
it, discreetly adjusting himself while watching Sexy Super Agent
look around his black and white, Asian influenced hotel room.
Other than the very inviting, very comfortable king size bed,
six DegRees of Lust 51
there was nothing special enough to justify his rapt interest…
which meant the guy was avoiding direct eye contact. He hadn’t
even taken more than five steps inside the room, which was why
Mac wasn’t moving away from the door just yet. The guy looked
like he might change his mind about getting down and dirty, and
Mac didn’t want to make it too easy for him to leave.
“Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”
He was feeling ten different kinds of nervous but he kept
his voice low and relaxed, instinctively knowing any sudden
movements could blow his chance with the sexy Yankee to blue
balls hell. He didn’t want to spook him any more than he already
was. This guy was a stranger and Mac didn’t have a damn clue
what made him tick, but he knew something had gone terribly
wrong since their brief encounter at the airport. He looked
breathtakingly gorgeous, but a far cry from the confident,
seductive, aggressive wolf he’d been then.
Tonight his jet black hair was standing on end, as if he’d been
pulling it for hours, and his bright blue eyes were surrounded by
dark circles. He looked tired and worried, and at some point he’d
been in the winning end of a physical altercation, judging by his
bruised hand and untouched face.
Still, he’d returned his phone call. He’d come to see him and
wasn’t trying to hide how much he wanted Mac. His mind wasn’t
entirely on what they were about to do, but his body was one
hundred percent engaged. Had Sexy Super Agent been able to
remove his dick from the equation, Mac knew he would have
taken off by now.
“No, I’m cool.”
“What?” Mac asked, totally confused.
“Don’t need anything to drink,” he said, still not moving
and still not turning around to face Mac… but still in the room.
Waiting for Mac to make the first move maybe?
“Right.” Mac felt like an idiot for losing track of their
conversation. He debated with himself for a few seconds, trying
to decide what to do next. He hadn’t seduced a guy in… Okay,
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he’d never seduced a guy before, and he was relieved that this
blue eyed god didn’t need any seducin’… but he could definitely
use some relaxin’.
After years of unsuccessfully trying to understand the hows
and whys of everything that had had a significant impact in his
life, Mac wasn’t a big fan of analyzing other people’s motives and
emotions anymore, so there was no chance in hell he was going
to ask the dude what the deal was. But he wanted to make him
feel good for a little while, help him enjoy himself. Now that was
something Mac had no problems with.
Because he was such a big guy he’d learned early on to
counterbalance his intimidating physique with his laidback,
everything will be fine attitude. He knew how to break the ice
and how to make folks feel at ease around him. Problem was
he usually wasn’t this fucking horny for any of
drool, and he was afraid to find out what kind of reaction he
would have once he got to see the man naked… or his cock…
Lord, yes!
And just like that he turned and headed in the direction
Mac indicated, not waiting for him. He couldn’t face the man.
Not when he was having such a hard time pretending he wasn’t
anxious and completely out of his comfort zone.
“We’re here,” Mac said. “515.”
Sam stopped and waited for Mac to scan his card key, but
bristled a little when the guy pushed the door and held it open for
him. What the fuck? Was he a woman now?
“Thanks,” he muttered, walking into the room. He may not
appreciate being treated like, well, like that, but his mother had
taught him manners.
§ § § §
“Don’t mention it.” Mac closed the door and leaned against
it, discreetly adjusting himself while watching Sexy Super Agent
look around his black and white, Asian influenced hotel room.
Other than the very inviting, very comfortable king size bed,
six DegRees of Lust 51
there was nothing special enough to justify his rapt interest…
which meant the guy was avoiding direct eye contact. He hadn’t
even taken more than five steps inside the room, which was why
Mac wasn’t moving away from the door just yet. The guy looked
like he might change his mind about getting down and dirty, and
Mac didn’t want to make it too easy for him to leave.
“Can I get you somethin’ to drink?”
He was feeling ten different kinds of nervous but he kept
his voice low and relaxed, instinctively knowing any sudden
movements could blow his chance with the sexy Yankee to blue
balls hell. He didn’t want to spook him any more than he already
was. This guy was a stranger and Mac didn’t have a damn clue
what made him tick, but he knew something had gone terribly
wrong since their brief encounter at the airport. He looked
breathtakingly gorgeous, but a far cry from the confident,
seductive, aggressive wolf he’d been then.
Tonight his jet black hair was standing on end, as if he’d been
pulling it for hours, and his bright blue eyes were surrounded by
dark circles. He looked tired and worried, and at some point he’d
been in the winning end of a physical altercation, judging by his
bruised hand and untouched face.
Still, he’d returned his phone call. He’d come to see him and
wasn’t trying to hide how much he wanted Mac. His mind wasn’t
entirely on what they were about to do, but his body was one
hundred percent engaged. Had Sexy Super Agent been able to
remove his dick from the equation, Mac knew he would have
taken off by now.
“No, I’m cool.”
“What?” Mac asked, totally confused.
“Don’t need anything to drink,” he said, still not moving
and still not turning around to face Mac… but still in the room.
Waiting for Mac to make the first move maybe?
“Right.” Mac felt like an idiot for losing track of their
conversation. He debated with himself for a few seconds, trying
to decide what to do next. He hadn’t seduced a guy in… Okay,
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he’d never seduced a guy before, and he was relieved that this
blue eyed god didn’t need any seducin’… but he could definitely
use some relaxin’.
After years of unsuccessfully trying to understand the hows
and whys of everything that had had a significant impact in his
life, Mac wasn’t a big fan of analyzing other people’s motives and
emotions anymore, so there was no chance in hell he was going
to ask the dude what the deal was. But he wanted to make him
feel good for a little while, help him enjoy himself. Now that was
something Mac had no problems with.
Because he was such a big guy he’d learned early on to
counterbalance his intimidating physique with his laidback,
everything will be fine attitude. He knew how to break the ice
and how to make folks feel at ease around him. Problem was
he usually wasn’t this fucking horny for any of
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