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bruised,
    and whisker-burned tomorrow.
    Zane didn‟t give a shit. He tried to pull Ty closer as he gave under
    the onslaught of Ty‟s mouth.
    Ty pushed him back until Zane hit the countertop, and he didn‟t
    stop, levering Zane off his feet as he insinuated himself between Zane‟s
    legs. Zane let Ty maneuver him, more interested in groping all the
    overheated skin and keeping Ty touching him than personal safety. He
    trusted Ty to keep him from falling. He turned his head and chin,
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    angling for another kiss. He could feel his lips throbbing, already
    swollen from Ty‟s ravaging kisses. It was intense and consuming, and
    Zane was hard-pressed to even remember where they were until Ty
    swept one hand out on the counter next to them, knocking everything
    there to the floor in a clatter of knickknacks, junk mail, silverware, and
    sandwiches. He boosted Zane up to sit on the bar, and Zane wrapped
    his long legs around Ty‟s hips and shifted back on his elbows as Ty
    leaned over him. Ty seemed to have every intention of climbing onto
    the counter after him and fucking him senseless, but instead he jerked
    his head up suddenly from the trail of licks and bites he‟d been working
    on making down Zane‟s torso.
    “Do you hear that?” he asked as he cocked his head.
    “Huh?” Zane wasn‟t listening to a goddamn thing but the blood
    pounding in his ears and Ty‟s harsh breathing.
    Ty looked up at him with a frown, turning his head like a dog
    trying to hear a strange noise. Then it reached Zane‟s ears too. Distant
    laughing, growing louder and louder. Soon it became recognizable as
    the cackling of the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz .
    “Fuck, what now?” Ty drew out as he looked toward the couch
    where he‟d tossed his phone.
    Zane closed his eyes as he let go of Ty, then reopened them to see
    the ceiling as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. With a
    growl he thumped one fist on the countertop. “Dammit. Answer the
    damn thing so we can get back to this.”
    “You know who that is, right?” Ty asked breathlessly.
    Zane did. He‟d heard that ring plenty of times. It always got
    laughs in the office when Dan McCoy called Ty and the Wicked Witch
    let her evil laughter loose through the office. “It‟s like he knows when
    I‟m going to get laid,” Ty began to grumble as he worked at extricating
    himself from Zane‟s limbs.
    Zane stared at him for a few seconds as the fog of intense arousal
    started to clear, and then he groaned in pain as he let his arms slide
    down so he flopped to his back on the bar top. “I hate Mac sometimes,”
    he muttered.
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    “Let me get back to you on that. If he‟s calling us in, I might kill
    him,” Ty muttered. He pushed away from the counter, his hands sliding
    down Zane‟s thighs and away. He headed past the dining table for the
    couch.
    “I wonder how much time we‟ll have,” Zane mused. Whether it
    would be sex or a blow job or hand job—or, God forbid, nothing—
    would all depend on what McCoy had to say.
    “Son of a bitch,” Ty agreed emphatically. He got to the phone
    before it stopped ringing, and his voice was only slightly hoarse when
    he answered with his usual curt “Grady.”
    Zane glared up at the ceiling for another few seconds before
    carefully sitting up and maneuvering off the kitchen counter. He
    snorted. On the goddamn kitchen counter . They‟d never tried that one
    before, but he had certainly liked where Ty was going with it. He shook
    his head in mild disbelief as he got his feet on the floor and adjusted the
    fit of his briefs. He stood looking down at the sandwiches, unopened
    mail, pens, a key ring, and a pile of paper napkins strewn haphazardly
    across the floor and then crouched to rescue dinner as he heard Ty
    speak.
    “Wait, what?” Ty asked with an obvious frown in his tone. “I
    never got any file. What courier?”
    Zane got the wrapped sandwiches back on