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with each movement.
    “Brick, I can’t….” Robin shivers and sinks back down on me hard, holding still as he strokes himself. I lie back, mesmerized by his hand and cock, waiting for him to show me just how I make him feel. That display takes mere seconds and then he’s coming, painting ropes on my chest and belly, yelling my name as he shakes above me.
    Robin’s release triggers an explosion of pent-up desire and need that I never realized existed. I can’t get enough of him, and even as we settle into quiet on the bed, I hold him close, my thighs and chest, even where he’s touching my arm, coming alive as though they’ve been asleep for a long time.
    I don’t want to leave him, but Robin deserves to be comfortable, so I get a cloth and wipe us clean. Then I toss it into the bathroom and climb back into bed. This is the point where most of my bed partners leave to go home. I know Robin isn’t going to leave, but I figure he might go back to his room, and if he does, I’ll deal with it.
    To my delight, Robin snuggles close, and he’s like a nuclear furnace of heat. Within seconds he’s throwing out warmth in every direction, and I realize I love it. I pull him closer, slinking my arms around his belly, luxuriating in the feel of him for as long as it lasts.

Chapter 4
     
    B ETWEEN R OBIN ’ S intrinsic heat, not being used to sleeping next to someone, and the plan for dealing with Robin’s boss that keeps running through my head, I don’t sleep much, which is unusual. I was taught to sleep on command, but last night was too good to allow the hours to pass without marking them.
    By the time the winter sun permeates the room, I’m up and dressed, drinking coffee in the kitchen while Robin showers. I purposely stay away. What happened in the middle of the night was one thing, but if there had been a repeat in the shower, I don’t think I’d be able to let him go, and I know I have to. Someone as kind and gentle as him has no place in the kind of life I lead.
    “Are you ready to go?” I ask when he enters the kitchen, looking every bit the accountant in his blue suit with a white shirt and an understated gray tie.
    “How is this going to work?”
    “All you need to do is introduce me as a potential client who needs more than you can help him with. Once we’re alone, I’ll take care of everything.” My intention is to scare the living hell out of the man, and that’s best done alone, where there are no witnesses to what I say or allies on his part.
    “But I want to watch the bastard squirm,” Robin says with an evil look that almost makes me smile.
    “I’m sure you do, and I don’t blame you. But are you prepared to see me threaten him, or even get physical with him?” I look up from my cup of coffee. “Do the windows in the building open?”
    Robin’s mouth drops open. He nods but says nothing, and I give him credit that he doesn’t ask exactly what I’m planning. He simply looks away. In that instant I see the recognition in his now ice-blue eyes as to exactly the type of person I am. Not that I want there to be any doubt. Last night was a night for me to treasure, and I hope Robin will see it that way too. But whatever notions are lingering in the cold light of day have to be burned away like morning fog.
    I pass him a cup of coffee, and he takes it, thoughts very visibly elsewhere. “When you’re done, we’ll go.”
    Robin nods, his attention neither on me nor the mug. I can almost feel him withdrawing into himself, and that’s a good thing. I can protect him physically, and I fully intend to see to the situation his boss has put him in. But emotionally? That’s beyond me. My life and job come with a cost, and up till now, I was willing to pay it for the security. But seeing Robin looking at me as though I’m exactly what I know I am—a bringer of death—hurts more than the day my friendship with Greggy ended forever.
    I finish my coffee and he does the same, his expression aloof