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the bottles up with their labels facing forward. The curtains were drawn back exactly two inches from the end on each side.
    The card table had pieces of salt littering it, so Nero wiped it clean, placing his handful of litter into the trash bin. The chairs were placed symmetrically around the table, each twelve inches apart.
    Nero pulled out the vacuum he found in the foyer closet, running it over the carpet in the den, first running it horizontally, and then vertically to ensure nothing was missed, then he extracted the hose, running it along the border.
    He cleaned the pool sticks, removing any lingering chalk dust, and he lined the cubes at each end perfectly.
    Nero breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could sit down and relax.
    “Who are you?” A man with really long hair came in and plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up on Nero’s perfectly clean coffee table and knocking the coasters to the side. Nero blanched, his fingers itching to put them back. He looked up at the guy, and then down to his sneakers, looked up at the guy, and then right back down to his sneakers.

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    Blair pulled his feet down, feeling very self-conscious. Who was this short ass man? Was he Gunnar’s mate that Drew told them about?
    “Nero, right?” The short person nodded, looking at the coffee table longingly.
    “I’m Blair.”

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    “Hi, Hair.”
    “No, Blair.” Drew had warned them that Nero had a hard time with names but, damn, he just told him.
    “Yeah, yeah. I heard you, heard you just fine.” Blair watched as Nero leaned forward and flicked the coaster rack with his finger along the coffee table then sighed. Really? “You, uh, got a little OCD in your life?”
    “No, I graduated.” Nero got up and left, leaving Blair to stare at his back in bewilderment.

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    Lynn Hagen

    Chapter Four

    “You want to try something different tonight?” Gunnar asked as he crawled naked across the bed to his mate.
    Nero shrugged as he pulled the blanket up to his chin, watching Gunnar closely. “Okay.”
    “Just okay?” Gunnar stopped in his predatory crawl, a brow raised inquiringly. His heart melted when Nero smiled. His baby needed to do it more often. The smile was irresistibly devastating.
    Tugging the cover from his mate’s grip, Gunnar pulled it off of Nero.
    “Okay, Gunny.” He gave Gunnar a smile that sent his pulse racing.
    “You ever have sex before?”
    Nero shook his head. “Is that where you insert slot A into tab B?” His ocean-blue eyes sparkled mischievously at Gunnar.
    Gunnar chuckled as he dropped the sheet to the floor. “You could call it that. I’m definitely going to insert something into your slot.” It had been two full weeks since his mate moved in. Gunnar had not pressured him for sex, giving his mate a chance to adjust, wanting Nero to become comfortable with him. He was just plain horny tonight.
    “Wait.” Nero scooted off of the bed, raced to the closet, and reached in to extract a sixty-four-ounce bottle of sanitizer.
    “I thought we discussed this, nutter?” Nero padded back across the room, setting the bottle onto the nightstand. “Doesn’t hurt to be cautious.” He pumped a large amount into his hand and began to rub Gunnar’s body down.

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    Nero bent down in front of him to sanitize his legs and feet, but Gunnar drew the line when his nutter tried to put that crap on his bits and pieces. Since when was sex sanitary? It was supposed to be dirty and raunchy, not disinfected.
    “Now you can insert your tab into my slot.” Nero grinned up at him, that devilish sparkle lighting up his eyes once more. Gunnar filled with raw need at the sight. His mate could fill the tub with that shit if he smiled like that. He watched as Nero snapped the used gloves off then slid his small hands into a fresh pair.
    “Get out of your clothes, nutter.” Gunnar pulled the side of his mouth up in a grin as his mate slowly, with trembling, gloved fingers, removed all