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work.”
    “No. No, I mean.” Adam stopped, took a breath. “I’ll speak to him, but he may wish to speak to you as well.”
    “I have no problem talking to him about you, about the work. I have no intention of keeping us hidden.”
    “I have to look at my contract with the club. I imagine it will all be fine.”
    “It will be fine. And you don’t need to worry about any of this. We don’t worry about anything but us for awhile. You have the time.”
    “Right. Right. Of course.” Adam took another of those deep, slow breaths.
    “Mmm. I have you off-balance.” He liked being able to do that.
    “I’m sorry.” Adam sighed, leaned into him. “I’m just a bit tired.”
    “You’re a lot tired. I’m going to make love to you, and then you’re going to sleep some more.”
    “I am?”
    “You are. We are.”
    He pressed their lips together -- no more talking. He focused on the kiss, on stealing Adam’s breath, on making himself Adam’s focus. He explored with his fingers, learning and re-learning Adam’s body. He was super careful with Adam’s back, the stripes which were going to be heavy bruises.
    “You do mark beautifully.”
    Adam nodded. “I bruise easily.”
    “It’s delicious.” He nibbled at Adam’s lower lip and then made his way to the long throat, contemplating where to put his mark.
    He focused on breathing with Adam, in and out, slowly, steadily. He wrapped his lips around the spot on Adam’s neck and began to suck, tongue licking, teeth biting, lips pulling. Adam jerked against him, hands wrapping around his arms. He didn’t stop; Adam was his to mark as he wanted. His to touch, to love. To care for. To explore. His. His. His.
    HIS.
    Growling, he pulled harder, feeling the skin heat up beneath his lips.
    “Master!” Adam shifted, nails digging into his skin. “Please!”
    “Please what?”
    “I don’t know .”
    “I do, though. I’m marking you.”
    Adam arched, chin lifting as more throat was offered to him. Moaning, he latched back onto Adam’s skin, sucking hard. The skin was bruising, hot to his tongue, his lips. He sucked a little harder, determined that it would still be there when Adam went back to work.
    Those hungry sounds started filling the air, sharp, needy. He slid his hand down to Adam’s cock, wrapping his hands around it. Full, hot, hard, the wet tip kissed the inside of his wrist. He stroked a few times, the heat of it making him moan and suck harder.
    “Master. Master, I dream about you now.”
    He stopped only long enough to murmur, “Tell me more.”
    “I dream about your body, your heat. Your voice. Needing you.”
    “Good.” He wanted Adam to need him, to want him.
    Adam groaned for him. “I’m very taken with you.” So proper.
    “Good. Don’t stop.”
    “Don’t stop?”
    “Don’t stop being taken with me. Don’t stop dreaming about me.”
    “I don’t think I can.”
    “Good.” This time he said the word fiercely.
    “I never... why are you so different from everyone else?”
    “Because I’m me.” It was the best answer he had.
    “Yes, Master.”
    “I do like the way that sounds from your mouth.”
    “You do? It feels so right.”
    “That’s because it is. We are.” He pressed their lips together, hand working Adam’s cock with hard strokes.
    “Master. Master. Master...”
    “Yes. Adam. Let me smell you.”
    Adam’s head tossed, marked throat working. “My Master...” Heat spread over his fingers.
    “God, yes. Yours.” The scent of Adam was intoxicating.
    “Mine.” A single tear slipped from Adam’s eye, a dazed smile on the man’s face.
    “And you’re all mine.” He leaned in and kissed the tear away.
    The skin under Adam’s eyes looked bruised, the man almost dozing already.
    “Sleep, lovely. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
    “You promise?”
    “I promise. I’m not going anywhere for the next week.” He was making his claim right here, right now.
    “I trust you.”
    Then boom, his Adam was