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this train wreck.
    Taking both sides of her round hips, he pumped. Hard. When she out in the darkness, his erection started to go soft. Focus. The guy’s mouth. The way his rough hand had slid up and down. Jesus, the way he drank every ounce of cum shooting—
    “Yes! Yes! I’m coming.” The walls of her cunt spasmed as her legs flailed next to his thighs. Well, that was easy enough. The moment her breathing eased, he pulled out and slipped the condom free. He hadn’t come, but who cared. The deed was done.
    He tugged up his jeans. Since he’d done the favor, he figured Seth could clean up the mess. He slid the condom off and tossed it into the trash can by the door. Zipping his pants, he headed out into the hall. He vaguely heard her say something about the light and wanting to see him, but Niko didn’t care. The door was closed behind him and it was yet another experience he’d bury.
    Niko looked up in time to see a glimpse of sandy blond hair as Ethan stepped into his studio. Fuck. He walked into the room and tossed the blueprint on the drafting table against the wall.
    “I…I can’t keep our appointment next week. I’ve had something come up. I really appreciate you taking the time—”
    “Keep the appointment,” Niko grumbled and before walking over to close the door. Scarlet was lingering in the hall, smile on her damn face as she stared at him. Without blinking, he shut the door.
    The chair squeaked as he sat down across from Ethan. No skinny jeans today. The striped T-shirt tucked into a pair of tan cargo shorts made his waist look leaner than Niko thought it was before. Damn, did the kid ever eat?
    “I wish I could, but, honestly, I don’t have the cash to spend. I kind of…kind of got kicked out of where I was living.” His hands disappeared below the table, but Niko could tell he was wiping his palms on his thighs. The slight flinch went unnoticed and he rested his hands back on the table.
    “Listen,” Niko started. “I spent my time working on this tat and I’m not about to throw it away.” Ethan looked over at the wall of artwork. Damn, where was his mind? Niko wasn’t into charity cases, but...well, just but . “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
    Ethan shook his head. Niko stood and rounded the table, picking up the backpack Ethan had set by his feet. “I need you to do me a favor.”
    Ethan looked up, his cheeks red. “Sure.”
    “A guy just opened a place next door. Can you run over there and get me something?”
    “Um, okay, what do you want?”
    When he stood, Niko’s heart thudded, a warning sign to back the hell up. That moment before the hit, the second before the sting of a fist connecting with his jaw, yeah this felt the same. Fuck, this kid was taking him down and didn’t even know it.
    Not now. Shit, his dick swelled in his boxers and all he could think about was, instead of the woman bent over the table, it was Ethan in the dark, his tight ass held open, hot, and ready.
    Niko mumbled his frustration and turned around. “Grab two burgers and a soda. You’re going to have to wait there so get yourself something.
    Ethan slipped one of the straps over his shoulder. “I’m good, but I can run over there for you.
    “Here.” Niko gave him a fifty. The place was one of those new swanky cafes so the prices were inflated, but the food was great. “I said, get yourself something to eat. Then come back and talk to Scarlet.”
    The tips of his fingers slid across Niko’s palm as he took the bill. Damn, the smooth skin felt like silk, clean, and innocent. “I really am sorry for cancelling the appointment. I know how hard it is to get in with you.”
    Niko could give two shits about the boost to his ego. He wanted to put the tat on Ethan’s pale skin. Fuck all—he wanted his mark letting the asshole in the Jag know he’d had his hands on his vanity toy.
    Did his thoughts make him a pussy if he didn’t act on them? It wasn’t like he was some pansy ass drag queen running