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he was a member of Mensa. Whatever, he could outsmart Tony, and that made him dangerous.
    If Tony really believed Augustin would kill him… He didn’t. Not after that kiss, after the heat and fire and need he’d found in the man. Yeah, Augustin might hurt him some, but he wouldn’t stake Tony.
    Though Tony’d bet dollars to donuts Augustin would stake Chelsea without hesitation. You just didn’t call a guy a fat ass like she’d done, any more than you’d say such a thing to a woman. It was asking for death, as far as Tony was concerned.
    Augustin still had that look in his eyes, and Tony tried really hard not to flinch. Since Augustin still hadn’t answered, either, Tony was getting worried.
    And okay, a little scared.
    “This is the longest I’ve been around you without you speaking, unless you were unconscious,” Tony said, prodding at the man’s pride.
    Augustin’s eyes narrowed just a little more, then he made his move.
    It wasn’t what Tony’d been expecting at all.
    Augustin grabbed Tony on either side of the head and jerked him down for a rough kiss, one fueled as much by anger as by desire.
    Tony went with it. Augustin’s sweet flavor was addictive, and he really liked the man’s body, the soft spots and crinkly hair on his chest. The way Augustin felt like a warm shelter rather than a hard, uncaring man.
    Augustin brought to mind safety and comfort, and arms around him in a loving way. Tony whimpered, scooting down until he was all but lying on Augustin. A little shimmy and Tony had his cock aligned with Augustin’s, or as near as he could through their clothing.
    This time, Tony was going to blow Augustin’s mind. He kissed Augustin with an enthusiasm he’d never had before. Tony wanted him, wanted to know every erotic hotspot on Augustin’s body, what he sounded like when he was so close to coming he couldn’t hold back, the moans and pleas he’d make, the way he’d look and shake as he came.
    And Tony wanted to come, too. He rolled them onto their sides. Augustin didn’t fight him, which was a miracle in itself. Tony ran one hand down Augustin’s side. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Augustin’s briefs then tugged at them.
    Between them, they got the underwear out of the way enough that Tony could palm the long, heavy length of him. It wasn’t enough. Tony had to break the kiss and sit up. “Naked,” he explained when Augustin scowled.
    But upon hearing that one word, Augustin’s scowl turned into a sexy little grin. “Naked’s awesome.”
    Tony agreed. He stripped off his shirt, shoes and pants.
    “No underwear,” Augustin mused. “Jesus, look at your dick!”
    Tony did. It was the same dick he’d always had.
    Augustin reached for it. “Yeah, well, if you’d seen my ex’s pecker, you’d know why this is so impressive.”
    That was a kind of backhanded compliment, but Tony would take it. His cock was a little longer than average, with a nice girth and plump head. He’d never gotten any complaints, though he knew he wasn’t walking around with a monster-sized dick. He did know what to do with it.
    And now, he let Augustin stroke it a few times before he pulled him up to kneel on the bed in from of Tony.
    Tony cupped Augustin’s nape. He drew him in for a kiss, because he couldn’t stay away from those lips. Tony thought he could kiss Augustin forever—as long as they could get off, too. There was the very real risk of him coming just from what they were doing then, and Tony wasn’t so far gone yet that he didn’t believe for one moment that Augustin wouldn’t harass him endlessly for going off like a rocket just from kissing.
    So Tony leaned Augustin back. He got the man on his side, and the kissing had to stop, but that was okay because Tony grabbed the lube.
    “What—?” Augustin coughed, then licked his swollen lips. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing choppy. “What do you think you’re doing with that?”
    The question was asked sharply, so