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    Lara?"

    "I would. You know I love our prickly housemate just as much as you do."

    Something flashed across Graham's face and he pulled back a little. "You
    love her?"

    "Graham," he warned. He really thought they were past the
    jealous-possessive stage.

    "I'm just asking."

    He stood and pulled off his t-shirt before reaching for the snap on his jeans.
    "And I'm waiting for my massage."

    Peter watched as Graham took the hint and went down the hall. When he
    entered the living room with a blanket and the bottle of baby oil, Peter's heart
    clenched.

    His boy looked a little lost.

    Naked, he stepped up and took the blanket from Graham. He tossed it on the
    floor, and pressed his body against his lover's. "I changed my mind. I don't
    want a massage anymore."

    Graham bit his lip and stepped back, looking everywhere but at him. "What
    do you want?"

    Peter opened his heart and put all the love he had in his gaze as he cupped
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    Graham's head and forced him to meet his look head-on. "You."

    With that, he stepped closer again and pinned Graham to the wall, his head
    lowering to show him exactly how much he wanted him.

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    L ara was already at the pool table when Karl entered the pub. He
    stood and watched her from a distance for a few minutes. She was good, but
    he could beat her. She played her opponent more than the table. Bending,
    stretching, and smiling flirtatiously.

    Her tight leather vest plumped up her cleavage deliciously, and her short
    skirt showed off legs that every man in there wanted wrapped around his
    waist. No, she was no sweet submissive miss—but she was a dirty girl
    through and through. One who was willing to try anything once.

    When she flipped back her hair, bent over, and sent the eight ball into the
    corner pocket with a sure stroke, he stepped forward with a small smile.
    "Nice work."

    She winked at him as she tucked the bills from the edge of the table into her
    hip pocket. "Thanks. You wanna play?"

    He couldn't hold back the images that flooded his mind at that invitation, and he grinned. "Oh yeah, but not pool. Let's grab a seat."

    He pointed to a booth near the back corner and they headed toward it. When
    she slid in one side, he fought his natural urge to slide in next to her, and
    settled in across the table. The waitress was there immediately, smiling at
    him and bending over the table to give him a good view down her little tank
    top. "What can I do for you tonight?"

    "Lara?" he asked.
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    When she ordered a cola, he ordered a beer and sent the waitress away with
    a lazy smile.

    "Do women hit on you everywhere you go?"

    He slouched back in his seat and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do men hit on
    you everywhere you go?"

    Her husky chuckle filled the air between them and a knowing look passed
    between them. They were a lot alike.

    "You don't like to play pool?" she asked.

    "I do, but there are other games I'd rather play with you. Ones that will help
    us get to know each other better."

    She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling, her smile wicked. "Do you really
    want to get to know me better, or do you just want to fuck me?"

    What did he want from her?

    He didn't bother checking out the cleavage displayed so temptingly before
    him, he knew she was sexy. Instead, he gazed into her eyes. Searching past
    the spark of desire there, he saw the walls she'd built to protect her thoughts,
    and he wanted to knock those walls down. He wanted to know what lay
    beneath the surface.

    And he wanted to bend her over and sink his cock in deep.

    "Both," he told her. "I think you and I can embark on a journey together—a very pleasurable one."

    Tilting her head to the side she narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop talking like a
    lawyer."
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    "I'm not talking like a lawyer. I'm talking like a Dom, sugar."

    She sat back, surprised. "A Dom? As in, tie me up and spank me?"

    He chuckled. "Something like that, yes."

    The waitress