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not just
    some pimp looking for erotic cartoons.”
    Adin returned his attention to his food, and Donte watched
    him thoughtfully. Adin continued to eat, content for the
    moment to remain silent, and it was in this silence that he felt
    Donte’s hand cover his on the table, the long, elegant fingers
    stroking gently, thoughtfully, over his more square ones.
    Adin looked up at Donte, who was then in the middle of
    taking a sip of his wine. He took in Donte’s demonically
    beautiful face, long and angular, with its hooded eyes and high
    cheekbones, its wine-darkened lips. He watched as Donte
    savored it, imagining the warmth of the wine on the inside of
    Donte’s mouth and against his tongue. He could almost feel it
    as it slid down the column of Donte’s throat, teasing his
    Adam’s apple into a subtle bob, and suddenly Adin was the
    wine, slipping down that throat, and just as inexplicably, Adin
    felt Donte’s mouth on him everywhere at once,
    biting…licking…sucking. Adin’s breath sped up; his skin
    warmed with the beginnings of a flush brought on by arousal.
    He shifted in his seat, and where his clothing touched his cock
    and balls, it was electric, setting intimate little fires along his nerve endings, which were so sensitive they were painful.
    “Donte,” he murmured as his back arched totally out of his
    control. He slid a little farther down in his seat, his fork
    clattering to the table noisily. “Oh.” He sighed as the sensation
    of being invaded physically broke over him in waves. His head
    dropped back while his body rang like a bell. As he dragged in a
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    lungful of air, he shuddered around what felt like the fullness of
    Donte driving his cock into him over and over. All he could do
    was breathe through it, panting in the throes of sexual
    stimulation that gripped him like a vise.
    Donte watched him, his own face completely impassive.
    Adin felt overly warm, and his breath huffed in little gasps as
    his face slackened, his brain whiting out in the moments before
    his release. Donte smiled into his glass like a ventriloquist who
    drinks water and watches his puppet speak as Adin’s body
    jerked once, twice, and a third and final time, his hips snapping
    below the tiny bistro table, as he moaned and rolled his head
    from side to side.
    As his breathing returned to normal, Adin snatched his hand
    out from beneath Donte’s and returned to sitting upright. He
    looked around him in an agony of personal shame and carefully
    picked up his fork, then placed it on his plate with the knife to
    signal he was done with his meal.
    “ Complet, mon cher Adin ? ”
    French, was it then? “ Salopard, ” Adin ground out. Bastard.
    He threw his napkin on the table and got up to find the men’s
    room.
    Adin squeezed himself between patrons in the wine bar and
    edged through to the bathroom, where he could hide alone in
    the single tiny stall. Alone , he realized, was a relative word since he’d met Donte, as his blood was doing its peculiar whispering;
    Donte’s voice in a myriad of different languages, singing to him,
    lighting fires all along the shallow capillaries below the surface
    of his skin. As he cleaned himself up, Adin had his first very
    real frisson of fear.
    Donte could be amusing, entertaining, urbane, even boyishly
    charming. But it would never do to forget for one second that
    he was—in his own words—the apex of the food chain on this
    planet. Adin looked at himself in the small mirror over the sink.
    He’d never been the type of man to back down. Back away,
    maybe. Reevaluate his options, certainly. He prided himself on
    being pragmatic and shrewd and slow to panic when the shit hit
    the fan. He’d caught Donte off guard more than once.
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    Yet faced with the kind of power that Donte seemed to
    possess, his charisma, and his experience, Adin had to
    acknowledge that he was intimidated and afraid. It had been so
    long since he’d felt either of those emotions, he