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holding up the poking
    finger for another attack. He cupped the back of Lucky’s head instead, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Yeah, maybe I did.”
    Then he took the brief kiss he’d complained about not getting.
    “What did you miss the most? Having someone around to eat all the food you keep cooking? Or to appreciate what nature gave you?” Lucky
    took advantage of Bo’s distraction to roll them again, breaking the grip on his wrists. He tunneled a hand beneath Bo to grope a handful of ass
    cheek. He whispered, sending his breath skating along the exposed skin of his lover’s neck. “Did you miss having me in you? Sucking you
    off? Shoving hard into you…”
    Bo scrunched his brow in an exaggerated thoughtful expression. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t been fucked senseless in a
    while.”
    Lucky’s cock lurched at the thought of sinking into Bo’s heated depths. “Glad to be of service.”
    Bracing his weight on the short arms that’d earned him the nickname “T-Rex” from Bo, Lucky stared down at a disheveled mass
    of gold-streaked brown hair and a slight smattering of freckles across a ski-slope nose. His chest tightened.
    “Lucky?”
    “Yes?”
    “Will you let me up so we can quit talking and get to doing?” Bo waggled his brows. “That is, if I forgive you for scaring
    the crap out of me.”
    “You’ll forgive me.”
    “I will? Why?”
    “’Cause I’m adorable and hung like a moose?”
    “A moose with arms like a T-Rex!”
    “There’s an advantage to short arms.” Lucky harrumphed. “Look.” He nodded down at the small space between
    their bodies. “They put me closer.”
    “Yes, now will you please move?”
    “But I’m comfortable.” To prove his point, Lucky rammed his erection against Bo’s again.
    “And risking obscenity charges. We’re in a public park, not some back alley.”
    Back alley? Oh, reeeeallly? Lucky filed away the suggestion for later use and writhed to make more room for his suddenly much harder cock.
    “Come on, let’s go to your place,” Bo said.
    Was this a trick? Often enough they’d argued over whether to go to Lucky’s duplex or Bo’s apartment. While Lucky preferred
    his own home, he’d learned better than to demand his way all the time. Besides, like a dog getting a treat for good behavior, he was always
    rewarded for staying at Bo’s: breakfast in bed, including bacon (turkey bacon, but still) or some added bit of kink to their play. Being on his
    own turf seemed to free Bo to explore his wilder side.
    The advantages of Lucky’s home included more square footage and a real, honest to goodness coffee pot instead of Bo’s wimpy little
    K-cup dispenser that spat out a too-weak brew and only half of Lucky’s favorite cup’s worth at a time. Then came the matter of a
    certain demanding feline who’d caterwaul Lucky into submission for daring to be away unnecessarily. Somehow the damn cat knew the difference
    between Lucky’s being gone for assignment and spending the night at Bo’s, and gave Lucky hell when he came home after a night of wild
    sex. Bossed around by a freaking fur ball. What’s the world coming to?
    Lucky tested the waters. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go to your apartment?”
    “Are you kidding? And have to deal with His Supreme Highness’s baleful eyes the next time I come over? Mark my words, Lucky. One day
    you’ll piss that cat off once too often, and they’ll never find your body.” Bo laughed at his own joke. Lucky
    wasn’t sure it was a joke.
    However, the four-legged counselor always sensed when Human Lucky hurt deep inside. The day Lucky’d found out about a young friend’s
    death, the cat climbed up in his lap and helped him ride out the storm. On his sister’s birthday, when Lucky would’ve given anything to
    be in Spokane taking Charlotte and the kids to dinner, the black and white tyrant hadn’t let him out of his green-eyed gaze. And the day
    Charlotte broke the unspoken rule of not