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in a low voice as he let his eyes travel over Cameron’s body. His lips quirked into an uncharacteristically playful smirk and he added, “You look good out of it too.”
    Cameron’s cheeks flushed, and he dropped his gaze as he plucked at his unbuttoned shirt, pulling it slightly back up over one shoulder.
    Julian’s frank regard was scorching, and Cameron wasn’t used to it. He indulged in the occasional casual roll in the sheets with someone who turned him on, yeah. But it was never like this.
    Julian prowled closer to him, moving fluidly with a sort of catlike grace Cameron had only caught glimpses of before now. The movement caught his eye and fascinated him. He didn’t want to—

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    couldn’t—look away. Julian caught him up in his arms and yanked the shirt the rest of the way off. His hands traveled over Cameron’s skin, dipping beneath his trousers teasingly as he toed off his own shoes and kicked them away.
    At that point, Cameron didn’t even care about the shirt; he wanted more of Julian touching him, and he started pawing at what remained of Julian’s clothing to help him along. Julian’s pants clung precariously to his hips, but as he moved they came closer and closer to falling.
    Finally, he shoved at them and stepped out of them as they fell. He stood unselfconsciously in his steel-gray shirt and black briefs and socks, hands working at Cameron’s belt.
    Cameron was far too distracted by Julian’s mouth, and it took a lot of willpower to keep working on Julian’s shirt without just ripping the buttons off. Finally, he pushed it off Julian’s shoulders, his fingers brushing over a thin chain around the other man’s neck. He took a moment to look at the pendant curiously before he was distracted by the jerk of his belt, how it pinched slightly at his waist as Julian tugged on it. He moaned in encouragement and closed his eyes.
    Julian didn’t even bother yanking the belt off when he finally got it loose. He just unbuttoned Cameron’s pants and pushed them down while kissing Cameron’s neck possessively.
    The clinging boxers under Cameron’s pants did nothing to hide how aroused he was. His cheeks heated again as he got his shoes off and stepped out of his trousers. He swallowed hard to make himself focus—Julian’s fingers were very, very distracting.
    “Bed’s there,” Cameron announced in a hoarse voice, tilting his head toward the screens.
    Julian nodded without looking. He slid his hands further under the warm material of Cameron’s boxers and buried his face against his neck. “Nice place,” he murmured against Cameron’s skin.
    “Thanks,” Cameron managed, putting his hands on Julian’s shoulders, unable to resist touching the moving muscles again. He’d never had a size kink before, but he was starting to see the appeal.
    Julian pushed Cameron’s boxers down his hips before sliding his hands back up and placing his palms flat against his back. It seemed to 56
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    Cameron that Julian could feel the uncertainty in him, and it caused his actions to be more hesitant than perhaps they normally would have been. But Cameron wanted nothing more than for him to take the lead and do what he wanted. He took Julian’s face in his hands and kissed him boldly, hoping to urge him along.
    Julian reacted accordingly, groaning softly into the kiss as he dragged Cameron toward the gap between the panels.
    Cameron gave a pitifully grateful thought of thanks as Julian moved them both. They stumbled through the dividing screens, Cameron turning in Julian’s arms to rub against all that warm skin.
    Julian groaned again and let his hands roam freely over Cameron’s body. He picked him up again without warning, carrying him the short distance to the bed and dropping him down on it. Cameron gulped as he went from vertical by the screens to horizontal on the bed with no effort or warning. Muscles, indeed. He looked up at Julian, for the moment