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to stop thinking with his dick and falling for perfect bodies and corrupted souls.
    He flinched at the memory of Sebastian wrapping his hand around his dick and him running away.
    Of course Sebastian was mad.
    He had jilted the money man. Sebastian had lied to Jason because Duncan had run away instead of fucking him.
    Duncan wished he had fucked him until he couldn’t walk the next day, collected his check and never called the bastard again.
    He grabbed his keys and stormed to his truck.
    During the drive, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to kill Sebastian when he saw him, or drop to his knees and ask Sebastian take him to his bedroom.
    Both. Neither.
    Fuck.
    He pounded on the door instead of ringing the doorbell.
    “Sebastian, get your ass out here, motherfucker. I need to kick your ass.”
    Sebastian’s smile at seeing Duncan immediately disappeared.
    Duncan didn’t like being the cause of the fear in Sebastian’s eyes. He suddenly had trouble believing that Sebastian would have screwed him over, but what other explanation was there?
    Duncan tried to unclench his fists and soften his stance.
    “I needed that money,” Duncan said slowly. He avoided eye contact to keep his anger in check.
    “Well, I’m glad you were able to work on the project then.” Sebastian’s tone made the statement more of a question. “What’s going on here? Is something wrong?”
    Duncan found he now didn’t believe his own interpretation of events, but he had nothing better to yell at Sebastian. “Yeah, something’s wrong. You grabbed my dick. I backed away. You decide to get back at me by telling Jason that I didn’t finish the job right. That’s some petty bullshit.”
    Sebastian tried to wave Duncan into the house, but Duncan didn’t budge. Sebastian stepped onto the porch instead and closed the door behind him.
    He wore a black tux with a red bow tie and red kerchief in his jacket pocket. The outfit probably cost more than Duncan’s pickup.
    Despite his anger, Duncan couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sebastian. He looked amazing. His own heart started racing. He had not expected to see Sebastian again and now that he was so close, he definitely didn’t want to fight anymore.
    He steeled his resolve by reminding himself that he needed the money.
    “Someone is lying here and I need answers because I really need that money immediately for something very important.”
    Sebastian opened the door again. “Why don’t you come in, I’ll make some coffee or we can have a couple beers and get to the bottom of this. I promise I didn’t do anything to hurt you, and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
    Sebastian reached his hand out to Duncan.
    Duncan, with the weight of the world threatening to crush him and in desperate need for a lifeline and a shoulder to cry on, took the hand and followed Sebastian.
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    “ B eer .” Duncan said.
    “Import or domestic?”
    “Look at me, man. Do I look like the kind of man that has that strong of a beer preference? Something with alcohol.”
    He struggled to sort through the shitty developments. Either Jason or Sebastian was lying to him.
    He didn’t know Jason.
    He knew Sebastian, but didn’t really know him. Was he the playboy jerk from the speed-dating day or the gentle, kind mind who had grabbed his dick the other day?
    Duncan realized how easy it was to imagine them both being different sides of the same playboy jerk. Sebastian could easily use kindness temporarily to get what he wanted.
    But Duncan wanted to believe Sebastian felt something more for him. Duncan wanted to be the man who could tame the party animal.
    Sebastian tossed his jacket over the back of a kitchen chair and turned to the fridge.
    Duncan enjoyed the view of Sebastian’s firm ass in the form-fitting dress slacks. The tight, hard ass begged to be squeezed. Duncan’s hands twitched in anticipation. He shoved his hands into his pockets to make sure they behaved.
    “Wait,” Duncan said. “I can’t keep you too