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Declan's collarbone. "That was great."
    "Mm hmm," Declan murmured, his lips curving at the compliment. He opened his eyes and found himself gazing up into Killian's deep brown eyes. Up so close, Declan could count each individual lash framing the other man's eyes.
    An urge to curl into the big man's heat and take a nap overwhelmed Declan. Killian was so nice and warm. Being with him was unlike anything Declan had expected.
    Killian's lips brushed over Declan's, soft as can be. Declan stretched up into the kiss, his lips parting for more. Killian seemed to know precisely what he needed. The older man cupped Declan's cheek, holding him close, while he slid his tongue past Declan's lips. Their tongues leisurely batted back and forth, comforting more than reigniting the flames of desire.
    Before they could get carried away, Declan pulled back. Killian sighed and rolled over onto his back, throwing an arm over his face to block out the harsh glare from the overhead light.
    As much as Declan hated to move, he really didn't have time to be idle. His schedule didn't allow for afterglow. Graves had warned him not to let a session go beyond an hour unless the client specifically requested it.
    More importantly, he needed to remember his place. Curling up beside the other man and basking in the moment probably defeated the purpose of coming to a professional to get off. The trick was to be friendly while keeping a professional distance.
    Now if I could just figure out how to do that when I have a stranger's dick up my ass…
    With a touch of reluctance, Declan sat up on the side of the bed. Newly broken-in muscles cramped; his ass was sore and bruised. How the hell was anyone supposed to fuck more than once a night? All he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and go to sleep.
    He glanced over at the man beside him and sighed. He liked Killian, but it wouldn't do to forget why he was there. It would be all too easy to get lost in the feel of his flesh merged with another's and forget he wasn't a friend or lover.
    He was only a whore.

Chapter Four
     
    Declan counted his cash, noted that his latest john had given him a hundred-dollar tip—which was damn good for a trick before nine a.m.—and happily trotted down the stairs to the main floor. He was coming off another four-day shift, and he was more than ready to get the hell out of there.
    Part of him still found his occupation hard to believe, even after nearly three months. He was supposed to be in college, staying in a cramped dorm room and working a little part-time gig for spending money. Instead, he was sucking and fucking to pay the rent. For his efforts, he had a tiny furnished efficiency apartment that usually smelled like whatever nasty crap his neighbors were cooking, and a beat-up old Chevy to call his own. It was a damn sight better than sleeping on a park bench and worrying about where his next meal was coming from.
    The thing he was most proud of, however, was scraping up enough dough to enroll in a couple of business classes at the local community college. It wasn't everything he'd dreamed of in an education, but it was his and he'd done it all on his own.
    After cashing out and pocketing his money, Declan strolled into the casual lounge to say good-bye to his buddies. He had the next three days off, and he didn't plan on having any reminders of the business until he stepped foot back on the ranch.
    He walked right into the middle of a conversation and stood off to the side as Grey and Ricky finished yet another argument over the merits of being a working stiff.
    "This job is a means to an end." Ricky Heart, the same guy who'd gone out of his way to be pissy to Declan when he'd first arrived, tossed his bangs out of his face and glared at Grey and Colt, who sat on the sofa. "As soon as I can find a hot sugar daddy, I'm getting the fuck out of here, and you can bet your balls that I'm not going to miss selling my ass to smelly old men."
    Grey snorted. "That's your