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inside,” Fox whispered against Shot’s ear.
    “I don’t mind waiting.” Shot was going for nonchalant but his voice sounded rough and he knew Fox picked up on it. He really wished they could be together like Fox had been hinting at. Live like so many other couples did. Come home from work and cook dinner together, or fuss about whether to have Chinese or Thai take-out on a Friday night. Have an official date night. Go to the movies, bowling, whatever. But, Shot wasn’t delusional. His baggage wouldn’t allow that. Fox was still pressed firmly against him.
    “Just open the door, before you have the neighborhood watch on us,” Shot whispered back.
    Fox let them in, but Shot had only taken a few steps, not even making it past the small foyer before he was turned and pushed hard against the wall. He heard the bags of food drop to the floor before Fox yanked the duffle bag of his shoulder and tossed that as well.
    “Agent,” Shot growled low and menacing. His hackles rising slightly before he calmed his inner soldier. His lover was a few inches taller than him, so he kept his eyes trained on the smooth, dark chest hair peeking out from the black v-neck sweater Fox was wearing.
    “Mmmm, Isadore,” Fox hummed. “Love it when you say my title like that.”
    Shot loved it when Fox said his real name instead of his SEAL name. He looked up into smoldering dark brown eyes and Fox’s handsomeness never failed to take his breath away. “You act as if we weren’t together just hours ago.”
    “Too long,” Fox said right before he pressed his mouth against Shot's. His lips were so warm and soft, making Shot open up immediately. Fox moaned his approval of Shot’s submission. He let Fox control the kiss… control him. A calloused thumb was pressed into the dimple of his chin, forcing his mouth open wider. Shot put his arms around Fox’s waist and pressed their groins together.
    Shot lowered his head and gasped for air. His nose was at Fox’s throat and he caught a faint whiff of the man’s cologne that he was secretly growing to crave. He labored to control his breathing and spoke calmly, “Are we ever going to be able to eat our food without having to reheat it?”
    “Taste better that way.” Fox’s head was ducked low, speaking the words against the side of Shot’s face.
    “No it doesn’t.”
    Fox wound his fingers through Shot’s thick, waist-length hair. It was their family’s tradition. They didn’t cut it, weren’t allowed to. It was a part of his Native American culture. His son Angel’s hair was jet black and just as long. Unfortunately, Shot’s hair was now mixed with several strands of gray, but Fox loved it all the more. “Your hair is so soft, always smells so good.”
    Shot chuckled softly. “Let’s eat, before the food gets cold.”
    “What makes you think I bought some for you?” Fox backed up, giving him that half grin that always told Shot he was joking.
    “Better have, or else I don’t think I’ll have enough energy to do anything else later.” Shot quirked one eyebrow.
    Fox hurriedly picked up the bags and led them into the spacious kitchen. It was spotless, with stainless steel appliances, and the counters had several rarely used amenities. Including the state-of-the-art juicer that Shot liked to joke with Fox about not even knowing how to use.
    “I need a stiff one,” Fox huffed, settling himself on one of the stools by the kitchen island. He looked up and noticed Fox staring comically at him. “A stiff drink,” he amended.
    “Oh. I was just making sure to give you what you asked for.” Fox put his badge and firearm on the breakfast bar and went to the liquor shelf. He pulled down the bottle of Paul Giraud Cognac along with two snifters.
    “Nice. I get the good stuff tonight.” Shot could already taste the smooth liquor sliding down his throat.
    “I only got good stuff.” Fox strutted to the island and set the two glasses on the marble-top and poured them both two