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being a hard ass. He doubted he’d ever be able to please the picky son-of-a-bitch.
    “I never thought I’d be good enough at it to please you,” Marco mumbled.
    Kent shook his head as he cut the super-sized omelette in half and divided it onto two plates. “It wasn’t that. I saw the potential in you to be the best. I just wanted you to see it in yourself.”
    Kent sat on the stool beside Marco and they dug into their breakfast. As he ate, Marco let his boss’ words sink in.
    “What’s wrong?” Kent asked.
    Marco set down his fork. “I don’t know. I guess I never realised how much you cared. I’m just trying to wrap my mind around it.”
    Kent finished off his breakfast and pushed his plate away. He leaned his arm on the island and rested his head in his palm, facing Marco. “My problem is that I’ve always cared too much.”
    “Huh?”
    Kent sighed. “Remember how I found out your true age?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, I was coming to ask you out on a date. I thought you were nineteen. When I found out you were only seventeen, I freaked.”
    “So why didn’t you ask me out once I was old enough?”
    Kent ’s fingers began scratching at the short brown hair on top of his head. “Because my first mistake made me realise how young you really were. I couldn’t get past it. I continued to watch you come in tired all the time. I’ve never been much of a partier. I told myself we had nothing in common, that we wanted two different things out of a relationship.” Kent laughed. “Well, I told myself I wanted a relationship, but you’d only be interested in a fuck buddy.”
    Any appetite Marco had, left him. He pushed his plate away and looked down at his hands. “Usually half-asleep means I’ve been up all night with one of the kids. As far as fuck buddies, well, I admit, I’ve had a few, but it wasn’t what I truly wanted. I’d have loved to have a steady partner, but my life doesn’t lend itself to that. When the kids were younger, I was lucky if I got out for a few hours every couple of weeks. It’s better now, but most guys won’t hang around long enough for me to really get to know them.”
    With no warning, Kent reached out, grabbed the back of Marco’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Marco opened immediately, as Kent’s tongue swept through the interior of his mouth and towards the back of his throat.
    “Mmmm,” he groaned. His cock filled as he closed his lips around Kent’s tongue. He’d waited so long for this moment, he wasn’t about to release Kent until he was forced.
    Kent turned Marco to fully face him and scooted his stool closer. “I’ve wanted you…”
    “Yes,” Marco answered the unspoken plea. He reached out and ran his hands over the bulging muscles of Kent’s chest, stopping to pinch the man’s nipples through his tight, logoed T-shirt.
    Kent groaned as Marco squeezed the tight nubs.
    Tasting copper, Marco suddenly realised his lip had re-split. He backed off the kiss, worried what Kent might think. “I’m sorry.” He reached for a napkin, but Kent retrieved one first and dabbed at Marco’s bleeding lip. “I’m clean. I promise.”
    Kent nodded, placing kisses to Marco’s bruised jaw. “Does this freak you out?”
    “What? You kissing me?” Marco asked.
    “No. Me wanting you as much as I do. I’m thirteen years older than you.”
    Marco gazed into Kent’s eyes. He’d never noticed what a kaleidoscope of colour the man’s eyes were, browns, mixed with greens and a hint of blue. As he stared, he tried to tell himself he was good enough for a successful man like Kent.
    “Why would you want me? You could have anyone. I come with more baggage than a 747.”
    Kent reached across to the small prep-sink and wet another napkin before returning to dab at Marco’s cut. It was obvious Kent was in deep thought as he attempted to concentrate on the split lip.
    “We have a lot of talking to do,” Kent finally said. His voice had gone soft, almost a