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continued to fuck his way to
    completion.
    Luke’s short nails dug into Priest’s shoulder blades
    as he tried to hang on. “I’m coming,” Luke announced, as
    the first splash of heat shot onto Priest’s stomach.
    In a moment of insanity, Priest glanced down. The
    expression on Luke’s face said it al . Shit. Priest buried his
    face against the comforter as he humped his way to climax.
    He growled low and deep as he rode the crest of his
    orgasm.
    The moment he’d finished coming, Priest withdrew
    his cock and moved to the edge of the bed. His hands
    shook as he removed the fil ed condom and tied the end.
    “You okay?” Luke asked, stil sprawled on the bed.
    “I need to take a leak.” Priest rose and strode out of
    the room and into the attached bathroom. After shutting the
    door, he tossed the condom into the trashcan and sat on
    the edge of the tub.
    “Jump in the truck and get the hel out of town,” he
    whispered the warning to himself.
    “Come back to bed,” Luke cal ed from the bedroom.
    Priest stood and turned on the sink faucet. He
    splashed cold water onto his heated face and prayed the
    feeling of panic would disappear before Luke decided to
    come in after him. “I’l be out in a minute,” he said, staring at
    his reflection.
    “It was just a real y good fuck,” he told himself. “You
    came here to get Luke out of your system. What else did
    you expect?”
    Not to see my future in his eyes, Priest’s inner
    demon answered.
    demon answered.
    He wasn’t foolish enough to believe he’d fal en in love,
    but he did know the craving for Luke’s body had only just
    begun. Would a week be enough for him to tire of the
    younger man? It had to be. Any longer and he’d run the risk
    of drawing the agency’s attention to Luke should they find
    him. The devil on his shoulder whispered they already had.
    Opening the bathroom door, Priest crossed his arms
    and leaned against the frame. Luke was under the covers,
    smiling up at him. He flipped back the blanket, exposing his
    nude body. “Are you coming back to bed?”
    Priest couldn’t bring himself to leave, not yet anyway.
    He went back into the bathroom and ran warm water over a
    washcloth. Carrying it to bed, he sat on the edge and
    slowly, methodical y began to clean Luke. He paid special
    attention to the ass that had given him so much pleasure
    only minutes earlier. “You have to work tomorrow?”
    “Nope. You?”
    Priest shook his head. “I have some research I have
    to do, but nothing else.”
    “You can use my computer,” Luke offered, stroking
    Priest’s stomach with his palm.
    “I might take you up on that.” He gestured towards the
    picture he’d stared at earlier. “Your mom?”
    Luke’s smile faded quickly. He nodded his head and
    shrugged. “She died when I was a boy.”
    That helped explain Luke’s sudden mood change.
    “Sorry about that.” He tossed the washcloth onto the floor
    and climbed under the covers. Although he’d be ready
    again in thirty minutes or so, Priest knew if he kept Luke
    again in thirty minutes or so, Priest knew if he kept Luke
    talking about the past, he wouldn’t have time to think about
    the future. “And your dad?”
    “He was in the Navy aboard the USS Stark, stationed
    in the Persian Gulf.”
    Priest didn’t need to ask further questions. He was
    stil in basic training when the Stark had taken missile fire
    from an Iraqi jet fighter. More than thirty US sailors had died
    as a result, evidently Luke’s father had been among them.
    Priest studied Luke for several moments. He’d never
    spoken to anyone about his childhood, not even Jessup,
    but he felt the need to share a smal piece of himself.
    “I was left outside a hospital when I was a couple
    hours old, so I didn’t know either of my parents.” Priest had
    started building wal s around his heart the moment he’d
    realised he didn’t have what most kids took for granted.
    The truth no longer had the ability to hurt him.