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later.”
    Maxum almost forgot why he called, as the dark voice of the man on the other end seeped into his mind and took form there. “Uh, yeah, I’m afraid I have to cancel on you. Meeting with clients in Hong Kong popped up.”
    “Turning me down for Chinese food, huh?” Darko chuckled at him from the other end. If there was a note of distrust, Maxum didn’t pick up on it. “Well don’t come complaining to me when you’re hungry an hour later.”
    “I’ll try not to.” Maxum let out a relaxed laugh, but fell silent, just lingering on the phone, not sure what to say but oddly he wasn’t feeling compelled to hang up either. He even found an unexpected comfort when Darko didn’t cut the call short, the wayward conversation that held little importance except to be company. Leaving him in comfort zone he seldom had these days yet would linger with him through his trip.
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    Maxum was due in sometime tonight and had told him he’d call once he was in, so Darko was surprised when he heard the knock on the door and glancing out the window he spotted the familiar exotic car.
    “Did you really come straight—” His words cut off when Maxum stepped in, dropping the suitcase down on the floor, then reached out grabbing him up and pulled him in for a lingering kiss. It was by far the best ‘ glad I’m home welcoming’ he’d ever experienced and while one arm floated up to join in on the embrace the other still held onto the door to steady himself as Maxum’s tongue was clearly sweeping him off his feet.
    Without breaking the sensual kiss, Maxum reached out and took the door from Darko’s hand, swinging it closed then wrapped him up in his arms once more, deepening the kiss. Okay so he was definitely feeling swept off his feet.
    Darko started walking backwards and Maxum seemed to keep in tandem not allowing the connection to be severed for anything more than a few words spoken against his lips. “I was thinking I would cuddle the hell out of you before we went to your bedroom.” Maxum chuckled.
    “Not bedroom— kitchen.”
    “Mmmm, kinky. I can handle doing you on the kitchen table.”
    “Food—” his attempt to debate the purpose of the kitchen voyage interrupted with more kissing, along with some disrobing of a suit coat from Maxum, that went flying over the back of the sofa as they passed it. Darko broke free of the lip loving, “As in, I am cooking some dinner.”
    “Mmmm, but you’re the only one I am hungry for right now.” Maxum came at him with the full gusto of his physical appetite.
    Damned if the guy didn’t turn him on nonstop. Darko felt the bulge building in his jeans, and Maxum’s hands hadn’t even wandered there yet. While where Maxum’s hands did diverge felt incredible, Darko’s body was screaming for him to get to his cock sooner rather than later. And, as if his silent prayers were being answered, Darko found himself thrust against the counter while Maxum worked his way down his body undoing the jeans to get them removed like he was starved for what was inside them.
    Darko leaned back on his hands, catching the counter, as Maxum manipulated his legs and tugged his jeans from one leg then the next. His eyes flickered to the steaks on the stovetop grill, but was immediately pulled away from thoughts of dinner to the tongue lasciviously trailing up his thigh. He let out a hiss, letting his head fall back as his hips thrust out to greet the mouth making its way up.
    Darko’s teeth found his bottom lip, his head still kicked back on his shoulders, and hands held onto the kitchen counter with a vice grip as he surrendered his body to the lips now mouthing over his cock through his briefs. Damn, how did he go all week without this ? He had to wonder. Maxum’s hands came up on the backsides of his thighs then up over his hips, fisting into his briefs and down they came. His cock popping out to be greeted by the pressure of the man’s face,