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seeing him this Sunday at class. Have a good day, Mr. Roscoe.”
    He took her hand and squeezed it quickly before letting go and backing away from the lobby doors. “Please, call me Nolan.”
    “Have a good day, Nolan.”

Chapter Three
    Kieran heard the front door open right as he dropped a can of paint down his front. “Shit!”
    “Hey, babe—” Nolan stopped midstep as the state of Kieran’s workshop came into his sight. Kieran looked around with a grimace, seeing it from a new point of view instead of the evolution he had witnessed throughout the day. It was usually pretty messy, but today it was a bona fide disaster area.
    “What the hell happened here?” his sexy lawyer asked, gesticulating to the room in shock, which by no means diminished the sheer masculine authority of the man. Kieran should have been somewhat chagrined by his ever-present need for Nolan, especially at inopportune times, but even in a state of annoyance, Nolan still looked hot as hell in a suit.
    “It’s been a rough day. Nothing is cooperating,” Kieran complained, letting the can fall to the concrete floor, then sinking down to join it. It wasn’t until his jeans soaked with liquid that he realized there had been a sizable paint puddle where his ass was now located.
    Nolan saw the pained look on Kieran’s face, lowered his gaze to catch the source, and burst out laughing. He set the Chinese take-out bag on the floor and leaned against the one paint-free spot in the entire room to support himself in his laughter—the computer desk. Kieran couldn’t help but join Nolan in his mirth. When Nolan laughed, you laughed with him. There was no way to avoid being affected by the natural joy and confidence the man projected. It was one of the reasons Kieran loved him so much. Not to mention the sexy, cocoa-colored skin and hazel eyes that would light up at the smallest hint of pleasure. Yes, Kieran was a lucky man, and he had it bad.
    “Need some help?” Nolan asked, resting his hand over his taut stomach after his laughter subsided.
    Kieran waved him off. “Nah, you’ll get your suit messed up. I’ll clean up in a bit.”
    Nolan gave him one of his considering stares for a moment before conceding Kieran’s point with a nod and taking the food bag out of the room. Kieran remained in the puddle for a few minutes, thinking of what he should attempt to clean first. He was about to just say fuck it and go take a shower when Nolan walked back in. Bare-assed naked.
    “Think I can help clean in this?” Nolan asked, his voice making Kieran’s heart vibrate with its deep timbre.
    “Fuck, yes,” Kieran rasped, never failing to feel shell-shocked whenever he saw Nolan’s naked body. The man was pure sex. Dark, smooth skin highlighted by the subtle tonality of his muscles. Black, closely shorn hair, framing a face with a chiseled jaw and plump lips. The man was masculinity incarnate, but those lips—Kieran could suck and kiss those perfect lips for days.
    But right then it wasn’t the jaw or the lips or the skin that held Kieran’s attention. It was his lover’s cock, jutting proud and so thick from a thatch of dark and curly hair, framed by large testicles that he knew when licked the right way would make Nolan shiver. It was a beautiful cock, just as the rest of Nolan was beautiful. Kieran had spent many a night and day worshipping that cock. Kissing it, touching it, writhing on top of it as it speared his ass.
    He was overcome. He wanted to do it all over again right at that moment.
    Kieran tugged Nolan down to the floor, ignoring the sound of his lover’s knees falling into a puddle of paint. As Kieran pressed his lips to Nolan’s, kissing him with a slow and decadent pace, his lover’s hands instantly went to Kieran’s jeans, unzipping and shoving them down his hips with an urgency that contradicted the methodical torture of the kiss.
    Kieran shuddered as Nolan’s large hand encircled his shaft, his fingers rubbing up and down