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Zack Daniels tangled his fingers in his lover’s mass of blond hair and dragged him to his mouth. He ran the tip of his tongue over his soft lips and kissed the corners of his smile. He understood their time together was limited and slid Alex’s willing body over him. “Ride me.”

“You, good sir, are the most unconventional man I have ever had the pleasure of bedding.” Alex dropped long lashes over his remarkable blue eyes and wet his lips. “Although, it would seem you, my love, are doing the bedding.” He eased his slippery hole over Zack’s aching cock and sat up moving this way and that to drive him insane.

His gaze moved over the man’s handsome face, the long curls cascading around his shoulders, and down his pale torso. He gripped his small rounded hips enjoying the smooth flesh under his palms. He craved this unique person every waking minute. “I’m going to ride you to hell.”

“Please do.” Alex’s full lips curled into a smile.

He rolled his hips, driving deeper into paradise. Flames of passion licked his balls and curled deep inside him. Emotion rolled over him, and he clung to him, needing to be so much closer. He inhaled his lover’s fresh, musky scent, and dug his fingers into his white skin enjoying his sweet moans of delight. To fuck a man from a different time and teach him the many ways one can pleasure another and have him so willing to learn had been a dream come true.

So close, so close, the pleasure built sending heat flowing up his throbbing shaft. He gasped and lifted his hips to drive in deeper.

He heard knocking somewhere in the fog of desire, followed by a familiar voice of his assistant, Will Johnson.

“Alex, it’s past eight and the auction starts at ten. “ The curtains opened flooding the room with light. “If you plan to bid on that painting, you must get up.”

With a groan of denied release, Alex gazed at the catalog propped up on his nightstand. The cover held the image of an 18^th Century portrait of Lord Alexander Swift. His attention went to the handsome face, his sad eyes and drifted down to his full tempting lips. God damn it, he could still taste his lips, and the scent of him lingered on the bed linen. He had to have the portrait of his dream lover no matter what the cost. With a moan, he tossed back the covers and slid from the bed. He ran his fingers in a caress across the catalog. “I’ll see you soon Alex.”