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of his throat.
    His low whimper was very sexy. “You could have put me up against a wall.”
    “This was better.”
    “You didn’t even get off.”
    “But I got to watch you lose yourself with what I was doing to you, and we both know I’m the only one that you trust enough to abandon every inhibition you have.”
    “Yes.”
    “Kiss me,” I ordered.
    The way he lifted for me, parting his lips, licking them…. His desire to submit was intoxicating. I ground my mouth down over his and laid claim. I devoured him.
    I kissed him until he shoved me off, breathless, his lips red and swollen, and as I nibbled down the side of his throat, licked and sucked, he began to writhe in my arms. In seconds the movement, the pressure, the friction would be too much. I stepped away fast, leaving him gripping the wall behind him, and I wiped my hands on my pants.
    I stared at him, certain that I really would have him there in the alley if we didn’t stop.
    “Marcus,” he said between breaths.
    “Sorry.” I managed to get out. “We need to just—”
    “Is there a mark on me?” he asked, twisting his head so the cords in his neck bulged.
    I shook my head, trying to get my racing heart to calm down and my cock to stop throbbing. Anywhere else, with anyone else, never, ever, would there be a problem. Only Joe released this wave of lust that I couldn’t contain.
    “Use your words, Marcus.”
    Shit. “No.” I cleared my throat, shivering. “There’s no mark.”
    His eyes became narrow slits of heat. “Then make one.”
    I almost swallowed my tongue.
    “Please,” he whispered.
    The idea of shoving the man deep into the alley and bending him over and fucking him hard and fast had me choking on my own desire.
    “Let’s go get your scarf,” I rasped.
    “Fuck the scarf.”
    “Let’s just go get it and then find a hotel like you said,” I grumbled, pushing back against the wall, counting in my head, willing my body to calm to be cool, normal and thoughtful Marcus Roth.
    “Look at me.”
    I was. He looked debauched, pants down around his ankles—underwear as well—and hooded eyes, standing there with his flaccid cock still leaking at the tip. He should not have been in control of any part of the conversation. But he was so self-possessed that even though he was the one who had been ravished, it didn’t matter.
    “When you fuck me back at home, I want you to leave marks, you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    His face brightened. “Good.”
    I growled at him and he beamed back at me. He loved to win.
    When I walked back into Joe’s father’s hardware store five minutes later, I left Joe outside to wait for me. The jingle of bells again announced my arrival, and I was surprised that the two guys I had seen leave when we arrived earlier were back. What was even more interesting was that one of them was behind the counter with Elliot.
    “Marcus.” Elliot smiled at me. “What brings you back, son?”
    “Joe forgot his scarf.” I squinted at him.
    “Oh.” Elliot forced a smile, looking around. “Isn’t that it right there?”
    He pointed and I saw it, the primary-color knitted beacon of a scarf one of his employees had made him. When I picked it up, I looked back at Elliot and saw again how uncomfortable he looked.
    “Who are your friends?” I asked.
    He opened his mouth to speak, but apparently the guy on my side of the counter had had enough of my presence and the interruption.
    “Why don’t you get out of here before I put you out. We have things to discuss with Mr. Locke here.”
    I nodded as I moved forward. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
    “Marcus,” Elliot interrupted, tipping his head toward the door. “Go on and catch up with Joe, son. This doesn’t concern you.”
    “Oh, but it really does,” I said, moving forward until I was beside the counter and turning my head to the guy beside me. “What’s your name?”
    “Why the fuck you wanna know?”
    I arched an eyebrow at him.
    “Arcan.”
    My head turned