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just about old enough to be anybody’s anything-you’re-willing-to-be.” Cain winked.
    “I did thoroughly enjoy being the guy inside of you.”
    “As did I, baby. That dick of yours was…” Cain got a chill and jiggled, just thinking about it.
    Henry burst out laughing, but his face and neck went as pink as a Georgia peach. “That was hands down the best compliment I’ve ever been given in my whole life.”
    “Truly, it’s a gift meant to be shared, and I’m volunteering myself to be the shar-ee, anytime you might need to, you know…”
    “I love that the guy who was begging me to fuck him harder less than hour ago now has trouble saying the words.”
    Cain cringed. “It’s annoying, I know. I have issues. It’s not pretty.”
    “I find it adorable and quite the compliment to me, like maybe I brought it out in you, driving into such a fever that you couldn’t keep yourself from uttering such filthy words.”
    Cain took a deep breath, as if Henry had just wounded him in the most destructively pleasant way possible. “So you’re an architect?”
    Henry nodded, smiling from ear to ear but not calling him out on the sudden change of topic. “Just started working with the guys over at Hamilton-Bach. If things go well, it could become Hamilton-Abrams-Bach.”
    Cain felt that sock in the gut, and apparently couldn’t hide it from Henry.
    “Everything all right?” Henry asked, visibly concerned. “Did I say something wrong?”
    “Of course not!” Cain smiled, able to recover quickly. “They’re the big dogs around here. That’s…amazing for you. Congratulations.”
    Henry searched Cain’s eyes as if trying to determine if Cain was telling the truth. Cain didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling him Ham-Bach’s real estate and acquisitions division was representing the conglomerate that was pressuring him to sell La Terraza. He and Henry were clicking, having too good of a time and this was most likely just a one-nighter anyway. No reason to muck things up.
    Finally, Henry nodded, biting off a hunk of pickle, talking and crunching away. “They wooed me, saw some of my work in Atlanta and convinced me to relocate. I was certainly flattered.”
    “As well you should be.” Cain smiled his appreciation of Henry’s success. “Never had much drive to learn a trade, preferring to be a landlord and mess about with the gardening and landscaping for the building.”
    “That’s work, Cain,” Henry added, reaching over to poke him in the side. “You enjoy it?”
    “Yeah, I do. Still feel hinky about not going to college at times. Just a simple guy, I guess. Not trying to be a captain of industry, but, you know.”
    “I think it’s amazing, this place. Can certainly see why you’d not want to leave it every day to go work somewhere else.” Henry looked around the room once again, smiling. “Gonna have to do some research and find out who designed this place.”
    “Oh, I know!” Cain started to raise his hand then stopped about halfway up, realizing he didn’t need to be called on.
    Henry laughed at him then leaned over and kissed him quickly before biting off some more pickle.
    Jeez, he even chews hot, Cain thought, distracted by the sight he now beheld. His gaze ran along Henry’s naked frame and he sighed wistfully. Most definitely a show-er .
    Henry was grinning again. “You gonna actually tell me or continue to leave me hanging?”
    “Huh…oh, um…shoot now I forgot his name!”
    Henry rolled his eyes. “Such a tease.”
    Cain chuckled, shaking his head that he was not. “Mario something? Bell, maybe? I remember the Mario because of the video game, but—”
    “Holy fucking shit,” Henry mumbled, interrupting Cain’s train of thought. “Mario Bello?”
    “Yep, that’s it, that’s the one! He somebody important?”
    “Yeah, he’s like a god to many an architect, a total rock star back in the day who managed to dabble in just about everything, from commercial to