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thought of him as a boyfriend, but apparently he thought of it as a friends-with-benefits arrangement.” Chris’s tone didn’t change, but the way his hands slid over Dan’s back was suddenly slower, less assured. “He liked me to do this.”
    “What happened? With this so-called friend?” Dan already hated him. He suspected he’d hate anyone other than himself who Chris slept with on general principle, but really? Someone was stupid enough to think of him as only friends-with-benefits material?
    “He got married. He wanted to keep up our arrangement, but I broke it off when I found out he was engaged.”
    Putting this together with some other hints Chris had dropped, Dan wondered if anyone had ever treated this guy the way he deserved. “He sounds like an asshole, but I have to agree with him about one thing.” He rolled over, startling Chris. Chris pulled back; Dan wrapped his legs around Chris's waist, pulling him down so he could grab his shoulders and tug him close for a long kiss. “You have great hands. But I want more than a massage.” He ground himself against Chris. “I want you to fuck me.”
    Chris insisted on washing his hands thoroughly to get rid of the oil before going further. His big hands felt as amazing probing inside Dan's body as they had on his back. Chris took almost too much care, prolonging the foreplay until Dan demanded more.
    When they joined, they faced each other, Dan’s legs slung over Chris’s shoulders, Chris bending down to kiss him as they moved together, his sandy hair falling over blue eyes that never left Dan’s face. He obviously took his cues from Dan’s expression, moving faster or slower, shifting position slightly, until Dan bit his own lip so hard it stung.
    “You like that?” Chris panted.
    Dan moaned in answer, glorying in the sensation until he could stand no more. He reached between them, working himself until he came, his body clenching around Chris and driving him to orgasm.
    Chris was careful even then, pulling away before rolling onto his back instead of letting his big body fall on Dan like a deadweight. Then he uttered one heartfelt word. “Jesus.”
    “Moses,” replied Dan promptly.
    It took Chris a second to get the joke. He snorted before getting up to take care of the condom and bring back a washcloth. Only after he was sure Dan was comfortable did he roll back into bed, offer one more sweet kiss, and go to sleep.
    Dan tried to stay awake for a while longer so he could enjoy the afterglow, but he quickly faded into unconsciousness.

Chapter Four
    Fourth night—Saturday
    Chris woke up in his own bed the next morning, glad to find it still had an occupancy rate of two. Dan slept half on his side, half on his stomach, breathing heavily and occasionally emitting a noise that Chris was far too besotted to think of as a snore.
    Chris raised himself on one elbow. How the hell did anyone look that good first thing in the morning? Chris’s sheets were plain white cotton, and Dan’s longish black hair spread over them in stark relief. His eyelashes fluttered over sharp cheekbones, and his mouth was pink and a bit swollen from last night’s kisses. The softness of his lips contrasted with the stubble on his chin. The hand that rested on his pillow was slender with long, graceful fingers, but nonetheless masculine in its beauty.
    Chris had made love to beautiful men before, but none of them had had this effect on him. He could have stared at Dan forever.
    If he didn’t have to pee.
    Smiling at the way his body interfered with his romantic fantasy, he eased out of bed. He needed a reminder not to get too attached too soon. A man as handsome and charming as Dan wasn’t likely to stick around forever. But maybe he’d stay at least until all this year’s candles had burned out.
     
    Chris searched the Internet for information about Hanukkah out of boredom at work on Friday morning. Even the help desk, the hated position he’d volunteered to fill for the