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of his erection through his thin gray trousers.
Matt’s eyes were a stormy gray-green. He must still be pissed. Daniel was very
much afraid Matt was going to make this harder than he’d anticipated.
    “Matty, we need to put all the shit behind us or we’ll never
manage to work together. With Marcus gone, it’s up to us to finish this project
on time.”
    “Don’t call me Matty.” Matthew’s brows were drawn together
in obvious aggravation. “I haven’t been Matty for ten fucking years.” He walked
toward Daniel.
    Daniel threw his hands up as if to ward off Matt’s approach.
“Point taken, Matt. We still need to act like grownups.” The barb was
deliberate and Matt realized it, if the narrowing of his eyes was anything to
go by. “It’s past time that we come to an understanding so we can get to work.”
    “Oh, I understand, Daniel. I understand that you’re in
denial.”
    This wasn’t going the way he’d planned. Daniel took a moment
to regroup. They needed to have this out once and for all, or they’d never be
able to work together. He didn’t care to examine too closely exactly why he was
so determined to confront the younger man.
    “There is no denial, Matt. We had fun. We got off. End of
story.”
    Matt stalked over to him, closing the distance between their
bodies. “If it was just about getting off, then why are you so obsessed with
talking it to death? Why can’t you look me in the eye?” He cupped his hand against
Daniel’s tented pants, rubbing his palm roughly over his erection. “If it was
just about getting off, then why do you get hard every time we’re in a room
together? You look at me and you’re ready to explode. You’re the one who
keeps making this about more than getting off.”
    Daniel needed to end this now. He couldn’t seem to stay
casual with Matt, and there were too many reasons why they couldn’t be anything
serious to each other. He wasn’t capable of giving Matt what he needed, what he
deserved.
    There would be no happy ending for Daniel. He would never be
the hero to swoop in and save the day. He fucked. That was what he was good at.
He stayed comfortable, he stayed in control. Matt deserved more.
    Matt threatened the tight control Daniel had spent so many
years cultivating. At thirty-six, he had his emotions contained behind a nice
thick wall of ice. No one got hurt, and he didn’t have to live with guilt.
    He sure as hell wasn’t telling Matt he felt something when
they were together. Daniel wouldn’t even acknowledge to himself the spark of
need that flickered somewhere north of his dick whenever Matt was around. As
long as he didn’t acknowledge it, it wasn’t real.
    “Matthew, I don’t look at you any differently than I do any
other person I’ve had sex with.”
    A flash, maybe hurt, passed through Matt’s eyes, and for a
brief moment Daniel felt regret at his harsh words. This is for his own
good.
    Daniel closed his eyes, trying to gain control of the
situation. Mistake. When he opened them, Matt was on him, branding his mouth
with a kiss as potent as straight whiskey. Daniel tried to push him away, but
Matthew wasn’t having it. He grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt and pushed him
against the wall, pressing with his body to keep him in place.
    Daniel refused to open his mouth. It didn’t stop Matt from
licking his lips. He pulled back and whispered against Daniel’s damp mouth,
“You’re a liar, Daniel.”
    Those four little words ripped through Daniel. Liar, was he?
    This time he grabbed Matt and pulled him around so his back
was against the wall. Daniel pushed his leg between the younger man’s thighs.
Matt’s hard-on ground against his thigh. He slapped his hands against the wall,
framing Matt’s head.
    “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for.” Daniel
could barely form the words as hazel eyes widened, and Matt smiled.
    “You keep saying that, and you keep being wrong.”
    Daniel shook his head. He was going to regret