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balls boiled over and his cock head
began to leak within his jeans. Jude had filled out. Gone was the
twenty-ish twink replaced by strong shoulders and a dusting of hair
across the contoured planes of his pectorals. More slightly curled
hair trailed down his flat tempting stomach and swirled around his
navel. Rob would dampen those hairs with his kisses and dip the tip
of his tongue into the small recesses as he tasted lower on course
to Jude’s cock. His belt was unbuckled and the black band of Jude’s
underwear peeked out from the undone button of his
jeans.
     
    Rob quietly shifted his
stance, cupped his dick and pressed into his palm to ease the ache.
But the heat in his groin smoldered. His hands trembled. Rampant
beats of his heart droned out the voice in his head that should be
telling him to turn away rather than feed into the fantasy. But
lust controlled him, claimed him and his eyes slid
closed.
     
    Rob’s mind filled with the
image of Jude dropping to his knees and parting those full wide
lips. Rob could almost feel the head of his cock pillowed against
Jude’s hot, wet tongue. A shudder ripped through him and his
breathing grew heavy. Suddenly he realized he was stroking his
shaft through the denim of his jeans. His eyes snapped open. His
gaze darted into the room…and locked with Jude’s.
     
    “ Fuck.”
     
     

 
    ~ Also available from
Demanding Romance ~
     
    Chamber of
Secrets
    by
    Noel Kasey
     
    COPYRIGHT 2010 by Noel
Kasey
    www.DemandingRomance.com
     
    Andrew ran his fingertips
over the servant drawn to the right of the main image. A flash of
heat surged up his arm. Andrew gasped and jerked his hand back, but
the heat intensified. Energy sizzled over his flesh. Muscles
cramped and his body convulsed. His cock hardened and his blood
seemed to boil within him. Euphoric numbness dizzied his mind.
Unable to pull away, he touched the solid stone, yet his fingers
faded, sinking into the hieroglyph.
     
    “ Andrew!” Khalid’s voice
drifted into the distance. Andrew tried to reach for him, tried to
grasp on and hold him, but Khalid spun, morphing into oblivion. His
image had nearly disappeared. Panic crashed over Andrew.
     
    “ Khalid!” He cried out, but
words floated unheard into the encroaching darkness. Darker. The
lantern blew out and then Andrew was gone.
     
    Andrew spiraled into
nothingness. The world was gone…Khalid was gone. He choked, unable
to breathe under the crushing weight of the darkness.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “ Enter.” The harsh order
weaved through the fog of his thoughts. Andrew tried to focus, but
his head swam in confusion. He tried to take a step but his legs
were weak and trembled under his weight. “Is this insolence?” The
words were spoken in Old Egyptian—2500 BC.
     
    “ Kneel before your master,
slave.” The rough order grated over Andrew. A hard jab to his back
sent him to his knees. His palms hit the marble flooring. Pain
knifed through his bones. He gasped for breath. Where the fuck was
he? Last he remembered he’d been with Khalid, about to enter the
burial chamber. Khalid! He jolted upright. Another blow to the back
sent him to the floor again.
     
    “ You need a lesson in
respect.” The lash of a whip snapped in the air a split second
before the stinging spines lashed across his bare flesh. Andrew
flinched, his muscles quivering with searing pain.
     
    “ No!” the other man
bellowed. “Enough.”
     
    Andrew drew in slow breaths
and tried to wrap his mind around the hallucination. What other
explanation was there? Except the thrash of the whip had felt real
enough. The bloom of heat continued to pulse beneath his skin. And
all he wore was a loincloth made of linen. His fantasy would
include Khalid in a loincloth, or better yet, nothing at
all.
     
    Andrew stared at his hands.
He wasn’t Egyptian, yet his skin was bronzed and scarred. His nails
were short and his fingertips calloused. He remained in the
submissive pose. Two men were on his right