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his arm over Nate’s waist. Nate was surprised to find that neither Bobby nor the doorman had commented on that.
    The first thing Nate noticed about Darren’s apartment wasn’t how spacious it was. Most men he’d engaged were of a certain class, so he’d seen his share of penthouse apartments. The first thing Nate noticed was the giant wall of books in the living room. He couldn’t help being drawn to those shelves.
    The man had a collection ranging from social theory to music and arts to—he chuckled—Harry Potter.
    He felt Darren come to a stop next to him, handing him a glass with a splash of Scotch. Darren’s hands were back on his waist, his fingers playing lightly with the fabric of his shirt. “See anything you like?”
    Nate turned, taking a sip from his glass as he looked up at Darren. Definitely , he said to himself; yet another man who he wouldn’t mind having a real relationship with in another life. Instead, he shook his head softly. “Just admiring the volumes,” he answered as he stepped closer to Darren.
    “I want to thank you for a wonderful evening,” Darren said, his voice taking on a dark, raspy quality.
    Nate wanted to say that it was his job, but it didn’t seem appropriate. The truth was he'd had a good time himself too—that, and he didn’t want this to be just a “job”, for reasons he’d rather not think about.
    “The night is still young,” Nate said instead.
    He took Darren’s hand from his waist into his own hand, threading their fingers, before reaching up and pressing his lips to Darren’s in a light, gentle caress. Darren leaned in for more, but Nate pulled away. With Darren’s hand still in his, he led Darren slowly back towards the black leather couch before pushing Darren to sit down.
    Darren took a big gulp of his drink then set it aside. He brought the back of Nate’s hand to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss before pulling Nate forward to straddle his lap. Nate put his drink on the side table next to Darren’s. Nate let Darren slide his jacket off, tossing it aside, before resting his arms over Darren’s shoulders, leaning in for a kiss.
    The kiss began slow, just brief touches of their lips, until Darren’s hands found their way to Nate’s sides and slid up his back. Darren fixed a hand over Nate’s nape, pulling him closer to explore the depths of his mouth. Nate could taste the Scotch on Darren’s tongue—salty, smoky, with a bit of fruit. Their tongues danced as Darren’s large hands roamed Nate’s backside. And Nate felt his body heating up as he slowly became aroused.
    His hips undulated to a slow, unknown rhythm as he threaded his fingers into Darren’s perfectly styled hair. The soft strands sliding through his fingers felt like silk. He moaned softly as Darren’s hands moved down to his buttocks, cupping one in each hand and squeezing firmly.
    Nate trailed his kisses down the corner of Darren’s lips. The stubble on the side of the man’s face pricked as he licked and nipped his way down to his neck. Darren tipped his head back, giving him room to roam. Nate trailed his tongue over a spot on Darren’s neck, and felt the man’s body jolt lightly with a soft gasp. He grinned and continued to nibble and suck at that spot.
    He pulled open Darren’s silver Zegna tie before working on the dark material of the shirt. Dropping to the floor on his knees, he dragged his tongue over the hard lines of Darren’s lightly haired chest after quickly undoing the buttons. He could tell that Darren worked out regularly from the tight, muscular chest and firm eight pack. He caressed the hard washboard abs as his lips reached for Darren’s nips.
    “Yeah… that’s it…” Nate heard Darren groan as his lips came to the man’s right nipple, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue until it was erect. He reached for Darren’s left nipple, pinching and playing with the half-hard man nip, drawing out another gasp.
    Darren reached for Nate’s hair,