...“Hi,” Sebastian said.

“Hi.” He met Bastian halfway, wrapped his fingers through his and pulled him through the store and into the back room. He shut the door, pressed Sebastian back against the wall, and covered his mouth in a long, clinging kiss that brought their bodies flush against one another, had their hands seeking and claiming, and their tongues curling in seductive worship.

“God, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Dylan groaned against Sebastian’s neck when they came up for air. He breathed in Bastian’s scent—a heady mix of his own unique smell, and the lingering, low-key notes of spice and sandalwood from his cologne. He wrapped a hand around the back of Sebastian’s head, buried his fingers in the short, soft strands of light brown, and pulled him back into another open-mouthed kiss.

When they parted for air again, Sebastian said, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, too. I kept remembering this morning.”

“Ah, God…” Dylan ground his groin against Sebastian’s. He wasn’t surprised to find Sebastian as hard as he was. “Me, too. Do you know how much I love waking up with you?”

“You do?” Sebastian asked, once again wrenching Dylan’s heart with this little glimpse of his uncertainty.

“I do. I think it was pretty obvious, wasn’t it?”

Sebastian’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Yeah, it kind of was.”

“Kind of? I woke up with your lips around my cock. And it just kept getting better and better from there.”

“I couldn’t help myself. You’re too tempting.”

“So are you, babe. Trust me…so are you.”

Dylan reached down to tug Sebastian’s crisp, white button-down shirt free from his gray dress slacks. He loved the way Sebastian dressed for work—always professional and pulled together, even in the heat of summer. Yet another detail about the man he found incredibly sexy. And he was even sexier with his lips red and swollen from their kisses, his usually neat hair rumpled from Dylan’s fingers, and his warm brown eyes glazing over with the come-hither look that said Sebastian was more than a little turned-on.

“Are you seducing me in my storeroom?” Sebastian asked, his voice husky.

“Oh, yeah.”

Dylan’s nimble fingers quickly worked free the buttons on Sebastian’s shirt and spread it open, giving his hands free access to explore the solid planes of Bastian’s chest. He already knew every ridge and hollow by heart, and yet he never tired of touching him, of watching Sebastian’s eyelids flicker closed, then open again when he skimmed over the flat nubs of his nipples nestled in the dusting of dark chest hair, or of hearing the hitch of Sebastian’s breath when he scraped his fingernails down his flat abs to the waistband of his pants.

“I think you need more seduction in your life,” Dylan murmured, capturing Bastian’s mouth again…his sexy, kissable, bitable, lickable mouth. He caught the lower lip between his teeth and nipped, then sucked on it, then teased the tip of his tongue over it. At the same time, he tweaked one of Bastian’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, while the other brushed lightly over the skin along the waistband of his pants.

Sebastian hissed in a breath, and his eyes darkened. “And you think you’re the man to do it?”

“I know I am.” Dylan did a slow grind against Bastian’s groin with his own throbbing dick. “I’m exactly the man you need,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire as Sebastian ground back. “I’ll give you anything and everything you need, baby. Right here, right now. You want?”

“God, yes…” Sebastian’s long fingers snagged the hem of Dylan’s T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Then he yanked at Dylan’s belt buckle, and worked at freeing him from his jeans, while Dylan’s hands did the same to him.

Their motions were urgent, their kisses desperate.

Finally, Sebastian’s slacks and briefs slid down his long, muscular legs. He toed off his shoes and kicked his pants aside, all while helping Dylan lose his jeans and the black boxer-briefs he wore. Dylan’s stiff cock sprang free and brushed against Bastian’s. Dylan sucked in a breath at the contact.

Then, before Dylan could even gather a thought, Sebastian dropped to his knees on the floor in front of him and, in a swift, breath-stealing motion, closed his mouth over Dylan’s cock and sucked it in to the root.

Dylan gasped. “Oh…fuck! Fuck…”

Christ, the man had a mouth like a god…hot, wet, sucking perfection.