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- flower of the morning Celine Conway
- Asimov, Isaac Las Corrientes del Espacio
- Balzac H. Eugenia Grandet
- Jerry Pournelle High Justice
- Gran Sara Heroina
- Nora Roberts Czarny Koral
- Jamie Lynn Miller Darkness Falls
- Jameson Bronwyn Gorć…cy Romans DUO 886 W poszukiwaniu wspomnieśÂ„
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He collapsed then, head thumping down on Zane's chest where he could smell sweat and
cum and soap. Christ, he said, out of breath. Embarrassment hovered just beyond the hori-
zon, barely staved off. For now.
Third base on the first date, Zane said, sounding stoned, lazily brushing at Eli's hair. I
guess I am that kind of girl after all.
It made Eli laugh, exactly what Zane had no doubt intended. He found himself pressing a
kiss over Zane's sternum. You, my friend, are a strange man.
Guilty, Zane said, satisfaction and afterglow drawing the word out into one long sigh.
Hypothesis confirmed, proved, rubber-stamped, and Viagra not needed. Not a fluke.
Eli had sobered. He rubbed his thumb over Zane's stomach, smearing it in the last of the
drying cum, rubbing it into Zane's skin. Zane grunted but let him do as he liked. Not what I'd
pictured, he said, knowing Zane would understand him.
Zane chuckled lazily. And what did you have in mind?
I honestly don't know.
Regrets?
No, Eli said. It was only partially a lie. Okay, mostly a lie, but not for reasons he could or
wanted to explain. It'd been& clumsy. Rushed. Heat and need and wham, bam, over. Not that
that was a bad thing. Hot and heavy suited him fine.
Now, if he just had a practical clue about how to take it further&
Zane tweaked Eli's ear. Quit thinking so hard. You're giving me a headache. C'mon. I
have a decent bed. We should use it. I don't even mind being the little spoon.
Eli snorted. Now why doesn't that surprise me? he asked, already doing as he'd been
told. Topping from the bottom. I can see how this is going to go already.
It's like you know me or something. Zane took Eli by the hand and began to lead him
from the room. Stopped, squeezing Eli's fingers startlingly tight. Glad it was you, he said. He
pressed his forehead to Eli's. Don't think it could have been anyone else.
Zane
Shh. Zane bit Eli's lip, a tiny, tantalizing nibble. For once in your life, just take the com-
pliment, would you?
Chapter Eight
So what did you get up to last night? Diana slapped a stack of charts on the counter by
Eli's elbow to get his attention. The gambit worked and then some, startling Eli into
nearly nearly knocking his morning coffee over the edge and into the bank of computers at
the nurse's station.
Nice, Diana. Eli made sure his java was safe. Give a guy some warning, would you?
Not my style.
Granted. Did you want something? Eli couldn't quite remember what she'd asked. He
was in a fog this morning, head crammed with thoughts and memories and phantom touches.
Diana leaned over the counter, elbows on her charts. I asked where you were last night.
Eli's pulse sped up. Excuse me?
Holly and I went for tapas, and we decided to play some pool afterwards. We must have
called you half a dozen times to see if you wanted to come along. We could have used your
unique talents.
You mean you wanted me to help you fleece the locals.
And? Diana shrugged, unperturbed. A girl's got to get her kicks somehow.
An awful thought occurred to Eli. Please don't tell me you went to some side-street dive
without me.
Hey! Have some Chicago pride.
Bullshit. I grew up here. You didn't. If you two princesses headed off the beaten track,
they'd have wiped the floor with your perky asses.
If you'd come, we might have gone somewhere a little more exciting, but no, we played it
safe. Wound up in a café eating half our body weight in cheesecake. Then Happy Holly got to
go home and jump her husband with the sugar buzz.
If that's code for something, I really don't want to know about it.
Diana relented. I was worried about you. Sue me.
Must have switched my phone off. My mistake; won't happen again.
Diana's lips thinned out. Eli, you know better. What if you'd been on call?
I wasn't, and I said it won't happen again, Diana. Eli scooped up his coffee. Christ. I'm
not here even five minutes, and I'm getting harassed. Lay off, would you?
Eli? Diana asked, exuding great, white-knuckled patience. You really need to get laid.
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