Chapter 58 - Deciding Factors
Immediately following Greg and Nick's departure from the stairs...
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I don't want another heartbreak
I don't need another turn to cry
I don't want to learn the hard way
Baby, hello, oh, no, goodbye
But you got me like a rocket
Shooting straight across the sky
It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss
It's that pivotal moment
It's impossible
This kiss, this kiss (Unstoppable)
This kiss, this kiss
'This Kiss' Faith Hill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9WPj-anefQ
After the scene in front of them folded and people gradually moved off and continued on with whatever business they'd been up to before the interruption, Sawyer slowly scanned the room once more. His heart stuttered as he caught sight of a clearly exhilarated and fresh-looking Naveen taking a seat near the back of the room. Without a doubt, he'd just cleaned up after a session with someone else. Sawyer couldn’t help the angry red swirl of annoyance pricking his temple. He scowled as Wang-zu-or one of his endless relatives, Sawyer could never be sure-placed a cup of steaming liquid before Naveen, and the man's dark eyes casually roamed the room to take in who was around like it really didn't matter one way or another who actually was.
Sawyer didn't like the way he was feeling, and he took a step backward, about to turn and head away from Naveen-to where he didn't know and didn't care-just away from the man who still managed to draw him in time and again, even when Sawyer got plenty of sex from other directions. He caught sight of Karl, remembering abruptly what he'd been doing himself just minutes ago, and stopped.
A slow smile crossed his face and he caught Karl's eye for a moment before flicking a glance back at Naveen's impassively bored face behind him. Remembering how disconcerted Karl seemed to be about someone else here, he allowed his eyes to become inviting again and sidled closer to the major. Keeping one eye on Naveen in the hopes of stirring some kind of reaction from him, he put an arm around Karl, long fingers stroking the sensitive skin below his ear softly and most importantly, visibly, as he whispered silkily into the opposite ear, "You up for another round, Major? 'Cause I'm sure there's some things I didn't get to show you before."
The soft, spicy scent of cloves wafted over the pair, and a delicate but firm hand touched Sawyer's shoulder. "Excuse me, but are you the one they call Sawyer?" The interloper looked over to where Naveen sat, attempting to hide the emotions flashing through his eyes.
It had been sheer luck that Lady Heather's schedule had opened up enough to allow her to attend, and she had been enjoying herself to the utmost tonight. It had been far too long since she had a night to herself. The Domme had almost forgotten how much she missed her friends, especially Marg.
It didn't take long until this brash Southerner caught her attention. He was gorgeous, if overly arrogant. And obviously a show-off. If Lady Heather hadn't been able to put a name to him before, the glances he was sending Naveen made it obvious.
The time Naveen had spent under her control was still fresh in her mind, as were the things he had said, and the things he did not. And the Lady knew, completely, that she would not be able to leave the party without speaking to this Sawyer.
Eyes once again threatening to lower in a passionate haze flew open when the low, sultry-feminine-voice skittered down Karl's spine. He felt a mirroring shiver travel through Sawyer everywhere they touched, and only after the woman's glancing study of himself moved away was Karl able to do much more than blink. An air of power surrounded the woman that surpassed her alabaster skin framed by dark locks and a sultry beauty that matched her voice. He followed the direction of where she next looked, a frown wrinkling his brow when he caught sight of the East Indian, Naveen, glowering their way.
Too much was going on for Karl's desire-muzzy head to fully grasp. From the commotion that had just occurred on the stairs (that had awakened Karl to the compromising position Sawyer had him in, and to sensing Vin's disapproving-if brief-presence), to the brewing dynamic between Sawyer, his Dominant, and this woman was too much.
Karl shook his head to clear the cobwebs, hair falling forward to almost mask the confusion in his eyes. He did not need to be dragged into any of Sawyer's games meant to rile Naveen, and began to inch away. Hopefully Vin was near and Karl could escape to a quiet corner with his friend and regain his equilibrium.
It was unlikely the woman didn't know who Sawyer was, given the way she was addressing him and glancing towards Naveen, but Sawyer was still wary. She oozed some kind of subtle power, which even Sawyer realized he was not immune to as a shiver ran through him at her touch.
"Ma'am," he greeted her, tipping his head slightly, "Why would a lady such as yourself be looking for a no-account gambler like Sawyer, if you don't mind me askin'?" He smiled at her pleasantly as he took his hand away from Heinz and the other man began to move away carefully. Sawyer spared him a glance, his smile increasing, despite the fact that it looked like he was about to lose the next fuck.
This woman clearly had something to do with Naveen, and Sawyer was intrigued. He just hoped she wasn't expecting too much from whatever she'd heard, although he bet she had some pretty stories to tell.
After a glance towards the retreating man, Lady Heather purred to Sawyer, "Don't worry; I won't keep you from him for long." Well, he certainly was a charmer with a silver tongue. She was pleased to see that her mental image of Sawyer was not far off. "Or anyone else you wish to lay with tonight, for that matter.
"Would you like to sit down for a moment?" Lady Heather motioned to an open table. "Though there are so many people here, it might be difficult to speak. Maybe we should find some place more quiet?"
"That's very generous of you," Sawyer smiled, giving Heinz another swift look as the man faded into the crowd below, "but since I've already had the pleasure, I imagine I'll be fine without for now."
Sawyer followed the woman's gesture and then returned his attention to her intelligent face. This was a woman who was clearly as quick-witted and savvy as Marg, who Sawyer also admired greatly.
He flicked a glance towards Naveen, who appeared to be ignoring them, then nodded at the lady.
"Some place quieter would probably be good. May I know who I'm leaving the room with?" he asked politely as he held out an arm for her to take.
"Lady Heather Kessler, proprietor of Lady Heather's Domain, and friend of the owners of this fine establishment. And I shall assume that you are indeed the Sawyer I've heard about?" She took the offered arm, and they headed up the stairs. "Since you have neither confirmed nor denied."
Surprisingly, it didn't take long for them to find an unoccupied room. Lady Heather sat in one of the large, comfortable chairs that seemed to occupy every room of the house and waited for Sawyer to take his own seat.
"Pleased to meet you, Lady Heather," Sawyer said with delight. A real honest to goodness Lady? he wondered, but kept that thought to himself. He bowed slightly in reply to her next words. "I am indeed the Sawyer you seek, if by that you mean the person who brings more cash and other delights to this 'fine establishment' than almost any other client."
He knew it sounded rather egotistical, but he was fairly certain of his facts, and even if anyone else did match his skills in this area, it scarcely mattered; his reputation had probably preceded him.
Nodding at Lady Heather as she seated herself, he then got comfortable in the chair opposite her and asked, as he reached inside his suit coat for a cheroot, "Would it bother you if I smoke?"
Lady Heather laughed, low and breathy, at Sawyer's words. "I believe I was thinking more along the lines of the Sawyer who likes to be bound, beaten, and fucked until he's blue in the face."
Sawyer held on to his even expression by the greatest effort of will alone, having not expected anything quite like that to come out of her mouth next. He covered his stunned surprise as well as he could by fiddling around with his cigar as he got it lit and refusing to look back at her while he did so.
The Domme watched interestedly as Sawyer lit his cigar, having only nodded to his question. It looked good, and she idly wondered what a cock would look like sawing in and out of his mouth. "Have you ever had the smoke sucked straight from your lungs, then blown back in your face?"
So Naveen had been talking about him, had he? Sawyer assumed from this that Lady Heather had been involved in Naveen's sabbatical somehow; although he found it hard to believe Naveen was any more sexually involved with her than Sawyer was. He raised his eyebrows, speculating further as he puffed at the smoke, and then would have choked at her next words, had he not been used to schooling his features in the company of people he didn't know so well, especially women.
"As a matter of fact," he drawled lazily, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at her but continuing to smile, if somewhat less genuinely, "I have experienced something like it. Is there some reason you want to know all this? Surely Naveen's told you enough about me for you to know women don't generally feature much in my forays into the bedroom?"
What could she possibly want, and how much exactly had Naveen told her?
"Who said Naveen had anything to do with this? We're talking business here." She straightened her sleeves, arranged her skirts, and then Lady Heather focused her full attention on Sawyer.
"As I told you downstairs, I own a house quite similar to this one. Except we focus on... more specific tastes, and specialize in things that I think you would be quite interested in."
The Lady reached for the clutch she had brought upstairs with her, and removed a flyer. "Mr. Freeman and I often share our best clients, and so I would like to invite you to become a member of my institution."
She held out the flyer for him to take. "I'm sure my Men could give you things you'd never dreamed possible."
Sawyer tried to keep the surprise from reaching his eyes as the lady spoke. He leaned forward to take the paper from her hands.
"Thank you," he acknowledged for both it and her offer. It was a generous offer to be sure, but underneath it he knew, was the idea of another regular income for her establishment. He smoked his cigar slowly as he read the flyer, puffing the smoke carefully away from Lady Heather. The paper was suitably vague, but Sawyer could easily read the true meaning between the lines.
Much as this offer was sorely tempting, it came down to one thing in the end. Sawyer came to Freeman's for a particular thing, and if he was completely honest with himself-which he knew he seldom was-it was more about the person himself rather than what the man did for him.
Naveen.
Sawyer could get what Naveen offered from other places, such as Lady Heather's; of that he had no doubt, but did he want that? It was true that he went to other places for variety already, and Hugh Jackman was a walking testament here tonight for the kind of thing Sawyer sought when he was away from Naveen, and Marton's other boys. However, to become a member of somewhere like this woman's place might send out a clear message that Sawyer wasn't sure he was ready for or truly wanted.
And then there was Warrick. Much as Sawyer felt that the initial danger with the mulatto was over after today's session with him-it being so much more Sawyer's usual style than the other afternoon in the garden-he still felt a sense of responsibility towards the man after his difficult start here. Warrick was... he was somehow very alluring to Sawyer and someone he could find himself visiting more if things with Naveen didn't go the way he wanted.
What way Sawyer actually did want things to go with Naveen, he still wasn't certain.
Looking up from the flyer with a certain amount of caution, Sawyer asked, "Does Mr. Freeman know you're offering me this opportunity?" which perhaps wouldn't be the first question she'd expect, but it would give him time to think some more.
"He's aware, yes." Lady Heather and Marg had had a long discussion that afternoon about Sawyer. It had been difficult to pry her away from her party preparations, but this was of big enough importance that she had been fully distracted from her overseeing. And there was no doubt that by now, Marton was informed.
"We don't have quite the game they have here, and what cards are played... money is hardly what's at stake. But you're still welcome to play. More than, actually." Her eyes sparkled and her lips curled up into the faintest smirk. She was doing her best to sell Lady Heather's Domain.
She just hoped that he would say no.
For everyone's sakes.
The advantage of not being particularly attracted to women sexually was that Sawyer wasn't fooled by feminine wiles. There was no doubting the woman oozed appeal, and he'd never turned away from a challenge, but there was something behind what she was suggesting that Sawyer couldn't quite grasp.
Whatever it was, he wasn't sure he liked it, and that made him more hesitant than ever. He smoked some more of his cheroot and mulled things over quietly for a little longer.
Finally, after some moments of silence, which he was grateful for-so many women would have just filled it in with inane chatter-he fixed her with a sexy gaze and drawled, "I'm flattered by your interest, Lady Heather, and while I don't wish to appear rude, I'm not sure it's in my best interests to accept without some more thought on the matter. I hope you won't take offence if I don't give you an answer just yet?"
Lady Heather exhaled smoothly. Well, that was the answer then, wasn't it? Sawyer was politely turning her down. And by that alone, he had gained her approval. It was obvious that Naveen was besotted with this man, and nothing was going to change that. But she wanted to make sure that he was as devoted to his Dom as Naveen was to him.
And now it seemed that he was. Heather gave a small smile. "Well, the invitation is always open. If you ever need someplace to retreat to, our doors are open to you."
And that sounded like the end of a conversation if Sawyer had ever heard one. Giving her a long contemplative look as he smoked some more, Sawyer decided the something she was hiding was something to do with Naveen after all, although why it should be, he had no clue.
And that thought gave him even more pause.
"Thank you," he told her as he exhaled more smoke carefully, "Would you mind if I left you to find your own way back to the proceedings? I have a little business elsewhere that I need to take care of tonight."
Waiting for her to indicate her preference, Sawyer stood up and offered her a hand. If he left now, maybe he could mull over her words alone and find the sense in them; figure out what she was trying to tell him, or perhaps just think about what he really needed from Naveen from this point onward.
Lady Heather allowed him to kiss her fingers, and told him she would stay where she was for a while as she was expecting another guest to join her soon. Sawyer smiled and wondered for a moment who-if any of the other regulars at Freeman's-she could possibly be referring to, and then he let the thought go again as an image of Naveen returned to the forefront of his mind.
Once outside the room, Sawyer decided his best option now was probably to make a booking with Naveen. It had been far too long... and as luck would have it, the light laughter he recognized coming down the stairs towards him belonged to Marg, the woman with all the books.
"Why, hello, Miss Marg." He turned on the charm immediately upon catching sight of her obvious amusement, but she appeared to be all alone. "What's got you all shiny-eyed and happy? Someone tell you a good tale?" He held out an arm for her to join him as they continued to walk down the hallway towards the main staircase. "Care to share it with me?"
"He's married," escaped from Marg's lips amid renewed giggles, "Never would I think him capable of being caught... and by a..." She latched gratefully onto Sawyer's arm, seized by deep chortles.
Sawyer's heart took an unexpected lurch. Who on earth could she mean? His smile faltered uncertainly for a moment as he removed the cigar from his mouth once more, but thinking quickly, he realized she couldn't possibly mean Naveen. Even Marg wouldn't be so indelicate as to be laughing about the Dom in such a way in front of Sawyer.
"Who's that, then?" he managed, willing his heart to stop behaving so foolishly, "and he was caught by what?"
They paused outside Marg's sitting room and he waited for her to answer the question and/or open the door, sticking his cheroot forcefully back in his mouth and narrowing his eyes in query.
Marg leaned heavily on Sawyer as she strove to regain some semblance of decorum. Apart from the fact that it was so funny, she knew she shouldn't be airing anyone's dirty laundry with a client... especially out in the hall. After motioning for Sawyer to open the door to her sitting room, she put a hand to her midsection and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Pour a lady a drink, if you would," Marg managed somewhat more clearly as she tipped her head up to look into Sawyer's face. Such a lady-killer he could be if his proclivities turned that way. Gentlemanly when he chose, he was tall and lean, with lethal dimples and hair at just a length to toss and convey more emotion than he often let cross his face. Marg smiled, not meaning it to be sultry, but her voice did lower as she thanked Sawyer for seeing her to a chair.
"Who? Who's married, and why does it amuse you so?" he couldn't help grinning at Marg's infectious behavior, bringing her drink and then taking the one he'd poured himself to the chair opposite. "I'm all ears," he informed her, settling back in the chair and smiling encouragingly before taking a sip of his drink.
After nodding her thanks, Marg took a healthy draught from her glass, and sighed pleasurably before setting it aside. Her eyes still twinkled with mirth as she straightened her skirts and turned toward Sawyer.
"Now you know it is not our habit to share Freemen's confidences," she chastised lightly, "Even if you are practically part of the family. Let's just say someone's mama's side of the family has decided he has to honor a familial duty."
"What, you're gonna stop there?" Sawyer said mock-indignantly, settling back in his seat more comfortably. "At least tell me how you found out about it, can't you?"
Marg took another drink and studied Sawyer over the glass rim. "All I will say..." She paused, lips turning up into a small smirk, "Let's just say, someone received a delivery tonight, and leave it at that. I'm sure it will be all over the house soon enough." Her lips quirked as she fought a grin and a return of the giggles.
"Now, is there anything else I can do for you this evening before I rejoin the party-goers?" the madam asked, setting aside her empty glass.
A delivery? That was certainly interesting. Sawyer paused with his glass to his lips, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He decided he'd very much like to see who the delivery was, but with luck he'd get his chance in time.
Marg's last words indicated she was eager to get some more fun out of the night, and since she knew she wouldn't be getting any of the kind of fun she was probably after from Sawyer, he took the hint. Besides, he had been intending to book some time with Naveen and head back out to seek the wayward major once more if he could... or someone else if the man had given him the slip...
"Alrighty," he nodded, then tipped back the rest of his drink. "Just wondered if Naveen's got some free time for me tomorrow night? It's been a while, and I could really use a session with him. Better make it at least a couple of hours if you can fit me in."
Marg smiled at him and rose to find her appointment book. The rest of the transaction didn't take too long, and Sawyer was soon slipping back out Marg's sitting room door again. He'd have waited to accompany her downstairs, but she said she needed to do something before she came down, so he thanked her and politely left her to it.
Sawyer took a deep breath as he wondered how much to ask Naveen about Lady Heather the following night. He was glad Marg had been able to make him the appointment, and his heart was feeling a little lighter at the thought that he was going to see his favourite Dom once more, although it was definitely because he needed the punishment, not anything else, that made him feel so excited about the session.
His eyes were on his feet as he considered, so he didn't notice the person at the top of the stairs at first. Becoming conscious he wasn't alone, he lifted his head, his heart speeding up even more as he realized who it was.
Naveen!
The night was over, as far as Naveen was concerned. For one of Freeman's parties, there had been relatively little drama. Greg had taken a spill, and Ian had queened about; that was hardly new or special. He'd had several good scenes today, though. Desmond was willing to please as always, and Gilbert had been thrilled to have both of his Doms in the same establishment, willing to top him together.
And Naveen had gone the whole evening without speaking to Joshua. It was a good thing, he was sure. He didn't need him. It had only gotten too confusing. The distance was good, yes. Because this way it was easier to ignore things, like the large Australian who Naveen could tell would make a wonderful yet terrifying Dominant, if he had the drive to do so. And it was also easier to ignore the fact it was Sawyer who was sponsoring him.
Naveen had almost faltered when Heather stole Sawyer away. Her gaze had been calculating, and whatever she said had been enough to get Naveen's best client to abandon the major, who had looked ripe for the picking. Naveen didn't even want to imagine what they were discussing. He was just thankful that Sawyer was steadfastly against sleeping with women, and that there was little chance they were playing together. It had taken long minutes for him to find his center after the two had departed arm-in-arm.
Naveen had gotten up to go to bed after Ian and the doctor began dancing. The way they held each other was certainly more chaste and traditional then the other couples, but the adoration they felt for one other was obvious. It made Naveen feel slightly queasy.
As he moved towards Marg's sitting room on the way to his attic room, a flash of blond caught his eye and he was forced to stop. All the longing he'd been denying for well over a week came back in an all-consuming wave of need.
Josh was looking at him strangely, and had said nothing, and so Naveen began to continue on. Before he could move more than an inch, however, he found himself pushed harshly against the wall and the wind knocked out of him.
It had been far too long since Sawyer had been this close to the most beautiful man in the establishment. And Naveen looked so luscious, so intoxicating; his deep, dark eyes so compelling that Sawyer barely hesitated. Without even considering what he was doing, as the other man stopped in his tracks and stared at him, Sawyer took the space between them in two strides and pushing him up against the wall hard, pressed his lips to Naveen's.
Then Joshua was kissing Naveen. Really kissing him, like he never had before. There was a slight metallic taste to the kiss, and Naveen wondered if one of them had split a lip at the impact of mouth and teeth and tongue, and wall. The Dom's hands clenched in Sawyer's shirt, ready to push him away and demand an explanation... but he found himself tugging Josh closer, opening his mouth wider, and sighing into the kiss. He wound one arm around Sawyer, pulling himself up and against his client, and a low needy noise pushed through from his chest.
Sawyer wasn't thinking at all as Naveen responded to him; he was operating merely on instinct and need, and what he needed right now was Naveen. The taste of him, with a tangy coppery edge, was overwhelming. Sawyer slid his tongue inside Naveen's opening mouth, stroking it against the other man's tongue, and sliding a hand into the soft hair at the back of his neck.
Sawyer's other hand found a hip and sliding the soft material of Naveen's tunic up and away, he sought the silky skin he knew was hidden there, fingertips circling. All the while, the weight of his body held Naveen's against the wall, not allowing him to move, but Naveen didn't seem to be fighting him. In fact he was responding beautifully; his hands pulling Sawyer nearer, and incredibly erotic sounds were issuing forth as the kiss went on and on.
Naveen couldn't stop the shivers that ran through his body at the continued kiss. There was an ache inside him, one that was entirely different than any ache he'd ever felt before. It was similar to what he felt with sex, but that wasn't it. All he knew was he needed to keep kissing Sawyer, more than he needed anything else.
His hip turned towards Sawyer, not only allowing the touch there, but silently asking for more. Naveen stroked his palm across Josh's cheek, before cupping his jaw.
The touches drew Sawyer on more, and his hand found a place over Naveen's hip as he kept up the sensuous slide of tongue against tongue. It was like they fitted together completely; as if they'd each found a missing piece to their own jigsaw, hands where they were meant to be and mouths tasting everything they had ever wanted to taste.
Naveen's mouth was warmth and home and erotic charm all rolled into one and Sawyer couldn't draw away, no matter how breathless he was becoming. The hand on Naveen's neck shifted slightly, fingers dipping into his collar and then he was running them up through the silky locks.
No-one had ever been this good-this necessary-in years.
Nothing else mattered, not air, nor the molding pressing into Naveen's back, nor the knowledge that the two of them were in a very public area. What was important now was the taste of Josh, the hand on his hip, and the fingers in his hair.
Naveen's knees shook, and the grasp he still had on Sawyer's shirt wavered. The strange feelings in him increased, and he let his weight fall back against the wall, slumping slightly as Josh continued to kiss him.
Need. That's what it was. Some sort of alien need.
As Naveen fell back against the wall, Sawyer followed him, the strength of his grip growing as he practically held the other man where he was. His hips were pressed hard against Naveen's by now, and although he was aroused, the hardness of his cock wasn't the most important sensation for once.
Josh couldn't find a way to stop the kiss, their tongues sensuously sliding and tangling together in the most satisfying action he could remember since... and there, he refused to think further.
Finally, the need for air became too much and he had to stop, his hands moving to either side of Naveen's face as he rested his forehead against the other man's and panted unevenly. He still supported Naveen against the wall, and for the first time, he was suddenly aware of how much smaller than him this beautiful, sensual, strong and yet somehow very fragile man was.
It was the first time any of these thoughts had ever gone through his mind, and suddenly Josh was frightened, despite Naveen's equally fervent reaction. All the same, he couldn't move away yet, and instead touched his lips back to Naveen's, closing his eyes and giving himself over to the intoxicating taste once more.
Need? What sort of need could this possibly be? It wasn't the need of raw sexual desire, and Naveen certainly wasn't in need of food. It couldn't be the need of such silly, trivial things as companionship and love. Naveen was beyond those things. He was sure of it.
What Naveen realized, though, in those few panting moments after the kiss ended, was that what they had just shared was his first true kiss. Sure, he'd kissed countless people countless times; Joshua among them. But those kisses had never been this loaded.
Kisses that had been paid for; lips that met during sex, or even ones that had been part of scenes that the Dom had taken part in. But never in his entire life had Naveen ever kissed someone, or been kissed, for the sheer sake of kissing. With nothing expected, except for the continuing embrace.
Naveen could feel Josh's cock pressing into his own, but it didn't matter. The energy surrounding them spoke only of the pleasures to be found in each other's lips.
As Sawyer's lips found his own once more, Naveen faltered slightly. There was no denying now that this was different from their normal interactions. His mind had cleared, and this felt odd. But he kissed his client back, hoping not to disappoint.
Naveen appeared to tense up as Josh paused, and although the man allowed it when he went back for more, somehow it seemed different, and Josh pulled away abruptly. Drawing slow but uneven breaths shakily, he stared at Naveen for a few seconds, unsure what in hell he thought he was doing.
Christ!
He hadn't been thinking at all, and clearly Naveen wasn't in his right mind either... or if he was, he was expecting something completely different from Sawyer tonight. Josh didn't have a clue what that could be. They stared at each other wordlessly for a few moments, both panting from the exertion. If he looked as wild-eyed and confused as Naveen did, they were both in trouble now.
"Sorry," Josh apologized, reaching up his hands to brush ineffectually at Naveen's clothes, like he had merely messed them up and could neaten them somehow. "I... uh... I... sorry."
Giving the man one last concerned look, he fled. Sawyer's boots sounded loud in his own ears as he took off down the stairs faster than he had ever run up them.
What kind of fuckin' fool are you, Sawyer?
Pain tightened his chest, and Sawyer forgot what he had in mind to do next; forgot his promise to Marton that he'd be keeping an eye on Hugh. He even forgot about Matt and Warrick. He slammed out through the front door of the premises as fast as his feet would carry him, trying not to think about the taste of Naveen's mouth, the feel of the man's body against his own and most of all, the feeling surrounding him as they'd shared a more intimate moment than he could ever remember.
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I don't want another heartbreak
I don't need another turn to cry
I don't want to learn the hard way
Baby, hello, oh, no, goodbye
But you got me like a rocket
Shooting straight across the sky
It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss
It's that pivotal moment
It's impossible
This kiss, this kiss (Unstoppable)
This kiss, this kiss
'This Kiss' Faith Hill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9WPj-anefQ
After the scene in front of them folded and people gradually moved off and continued on with whatever business they'd been up to before the interruption, Sawyer slowly scanned the room once more. His heart stuttered as he caught sight of a clearly exhilarated and fresh-looking Naveen taking a seat near the back of the room. Without a doubt, he'd just cleaned up after a session with someone else. Sawyer couldn’t help the angry red swirl of annoyance pricking his temple. He scowled as Wang-zu-or one of his endless relatives, Sawyer could never be sure-placed a cup of steaming liquid before Naveen, and the man's dark eyes casually roamed the room to take in who was around like it really didn't matter one way or another who actually was.
Sawyer didn't like the way he was feeling, and he took a step backward, about to turn and head away from Naveen-to where he didn't know and didn't care-just away from the man who still managed to draw him in time and again, even when Sawyer got plenty of sex from other directions. He caught sight of Karl, remembering abruptly what he'd been doing himself just minutes ago, and stopped.
A slow smile crossed his face and he caught Karl's eye for a moment before flicking a glance back at Naveen's impassively bored face behind him. Remembering how disconcerted Karl seemed to be about someone else here, he allowed his eyes to become inviting again and sidled closer to the major. Keeping one eye on Naveen in the hopes of stirring some kind of reaction from him, he put an arm around Karl, long fingers stroking the sensitive skin below his ear softly and most importantly, visibly, as he whispered silkily into the opposite ear, "You up for another round, Major? 'Cause I'm sure there's some things I didn't get to show you before."
The soft, spicy scent of cloves wafted over the pair, and a delicate but firm hand touched Sawyer's shoulder. "Excuse me, but are you the one they call Sawyer?" The interloper looked over to where Naveen sat, attempting to hide the emotions flashing through his eyes.
It had been sheer luck that Lady Heather's schedule had opened up enough to allow her to attend, and she had been enjoying herself to the utmost tonight. It had been far too long since she had a night to herself. The Domme had almost forgotten how much she missed her friends, especially Marg.
It didn't take long until this brash Southerner caught her attention. He was gorgeous, if overly arrogant. And obviously a show-off. If Lady Heather hadn't been able to put a name to him before, the glances he was sending Naveen made it obvious.
The time Naveen had spent under her control was still fresh in her mind, as were the things he had said, and the things he did not. And the Lady knew, completely, that she would not be able to leave the party without speaking to this Sawyer.
Eyes once again threatening to lower in a passionate haze flew open when the low, sultry-feminine-voice skittered down Karl's spine. He felt a mirroring shiver travel through Sawyer everywhere they touched, and only after the woman's glancing study of himself moved away was Karl able to do much more than blink. An air of power surrounded the woman that surpassed her alabaster skin framed by dark locks and a sultry beauty that matched her voice. He followed the direction of where she next looked, a frown wrinkling his brow when he caught sight of the East Indian, Naveen, glowering their way.
Too much was going on for Karl's desire-muzzy head to fully grasp. From the commotion that had just occurred on the stairs (that had awakened Karl to the compromising position Sawyer had him in, and to sensing Vin's disapproving-if brief-presence), to the brewing dynamic between Sawyer, his Dominant, and this woman was too much.
Karl shook his head to clear the cobwebs, hair falling forward to almost mask the confusion in his eyes. He did not need to be dragged into any of Sawyer's games meant to rile Naveen, and began to inch away. Hopefully Vin was near and Karl could escape to a quiet corner with his friend and regain his equilibrium.
It was unlikely the woman didn't know who Sawyer was, given the way she was addressing him and glancing towards Naveen, but Sawyer was still wary. She oozed some kind of subtle power, which even Sawyer realized he was not immune to as a shiver ran through him at her touch.
"Ma'am," he greeted her, tipping his head slightly, "Why would a lady such as yourself be looking for a no-account gambler like Sawyer, if you don't mind me askin'?" He smiled at her pleasantly as he took his hand away from Heinz and the other man began to move away carefully. Sawyer spared him a glance, his smile increasing, despite the fact that it looked like he was about to lose the next fuck.
This woman clearly had something to do with Naveen, and Sawyer was intrigued. He just hoped she wasn't expecting too much from whatever she'd heard, although he bet she had some pretty stories to tell.
After a glance towards the retreating man, Lady Heather purred to Sawyer, "Don't worry; I won't keep you from him for long." Well, he certainly was a charmer with a silver tongue. She was pleased to see that her mental image of Sawyer was not far off. "Or anyone else you wish to lay with tonight, for that matter.
"Would you like to sit down for a moment?" Lady Heather motioned to an open table. "Though there are so many people here, it might be difficult to speak. Maybe we should find some place more quiet?"
"That's very generous of you," Sawyer smiled, giving Heinz another swift look as the man faded into the crowd below, "but since I've already had the pleasure, I imagine I'll be fine without for now."
Sawyer followed the woman's gesture and then returned his attention to her intelligent face. This was a woman who was clearly as quick-witted and savvy as Marg, who Sawyer also admired greatly.
He flicked a glance towards Naveen, who appeared to be ignoring them, then nodded at the lady.
"Some place quieter would probably be good. May I know who I'm leaving the room with?" he asked politely as he held out an arm for her to take.
"Lady Heather Kessler, proprietor of Lady Heather's Domain, and friend of the owners of this fine establishment. And I shall assume that you are indeed the Sawyer I've heard about?" She took the offered arm, and they headed up the stairs. "Since you have neither confirmed nor denied."
Surprisingly, it didn't take long for them to find an unoccupied room. Lady Heather sat in one of the large, comfortable chairs that seemed to occupy every room of the house and waited for Sawyer to take his own seat.
"Pleased to meet you, Lady Heather," Sawyer said with delight. A real honest to goodness Lady? he wondered, but kept that thought to himself. He bowed slightly in reply to her next words. "I am indeed the Sawyer you seek, if by that you mean the person who brings more cash and other delights to this 'fine establishment' than almost any other client."
He knew it sounded rather egotistical, but he was fairly certain of his facts, and even if anyone else did match his skills in this area, it scarcely mattered; his reputation had probably preceded him.
Nodding at Lady Heather as she seated herself, he then got comfortable in the chair opposite her and asked, as he reached inside his suit coat for a cheroot, "Would it bother you if I smoke?"
Lady Heather laughed, low and breathy, at Sawyer's words. "I believe I was thinking more along the lines of the Sawyer who likes to be bound, beaten, and fucked until he's blue in the face."
Sawyer held on to his even expression by the greatest effort of will alone, having not expected anything quite like that to come out of her mouth next. He covered his stunned surprise as well as he could by fiddling around with his cigar as he got it lit and refusing to look back at her while he did so.
The Domme watched interestedly as Sawyer lit his cigar, having only nodded to his question. It looked good, and she idly wondered what a cock would look like sawing in and out of his mouth. "Have you ever had the smoke sucked straight from your lungs, then blown back in your face?"
So Naveen had been talking about him, had he? Sawyer assumed from this that Lady Heather had been involved in Naveen's sabbatical somehow; although he found it hard to believe Naveen was any more sexually involved with her than Sawyer was. He raised his eyebrows, speculating further as he puffed at the smoke, and then would have choked at her next words, had he not been used to schooling his features in the company of people he didn't know so well, especially women.
"As a matter of fact," he drawled lazily, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at her but continuing to smile, if somewhat less genuinely, "I have experienced something like it. Is there some reason you want to know all this? Surely Naveen's told you enough about me for you to know women don't generally feature much in my forays into the bedroom?"
What could she possibly want, and how much exactly had Naveen told her?
"Who said Naveen had anything to do with this? We're talking business here." She straightened her sleeves, arranged her skirts, and then Lady Heather focused her full attention on Sawyer.
"As I told you downstairs, I own a house quite similar to this one. Except we focus on... more specific tastes, and specialize in things that I think you would be quite interested in."
The Lady reached for the clutch she had brought upstairs with her, and removed a flyer. "Mr. Freeman and I often share our best clients, and so I would like to invite you to become a member of my institution."
She held out the flyer for him to take. "I'm sure my Men could give you things you'd never dreamed possible."
Sawyer tried to keep the surprise from reaching his eyes as the lady spoke. He leaned forward to take the paper from her hands.
"Thank you," he acknowledged for both it and her offer. It was a generous offer to be sure, but underneath it he knew, was the idea of another regular income for her establishment. He smoked his cigar slowly as he read the flyer, puffing the smoke carefully away from Lady Heather. The paper was suitably vague, but Sawyer could easily read the true meaning between the lines.
Much as this offer was sorely tempting, it came down to one thing in the end. Sawyer came to Freeman's for a particular thing, and if he was completely honest with himself-which he knew he seldom was-it was more about the person himself rather than what the man did for him.
Naveen.
Sawyer could get what Naveen offered from other places, such as Lady Heather's; of that he had no doubt, but did he want that? It was true that he went to other places for variety already, and Hugh Jackman was a walking testament here tonight for the kind of thing Sawyer sought when he was away from Naveen, and Marton's other boys. However, to become a member of somewhere like this woman's place might send out a clear message that Sawyer wasn't sure he was ready for or truly wanted.
And then there was Warrick. Much as Sawyer felt that the initial danger with the mulatto was over after today's session with him-it being so much more Sawyer's usual style than the other afternoon in the garden-he still felt a sense of responsibility towards the man after his difficult start here. Warrick was... he was somehow very alluring to Sawyer and someone he could find himself visiting more if things with Naveen didn't go the way he wanted.
What way Sawyer actually did want things to go with Naveen, he still wasn't certain.
Looking up from the flyer with a certain amount of caution, Sawyer asked, "Does Mr. Freeman know you're offering me this opportunity?" which perhaps wouldn't be the first question she'd expect, but it would give him time to think some more.
"He's aware, yes." Lady Heather and Marg had had a long discussion that afternoon about Sawyer. It had been difficult to pry her away from her party preparations, but this was of big enough importance that she had been fully distracted from her overseeing. And there was no doubt that by now, Marton was informed.
"We don't have quite the game they have here, and what cards are played... money is hardly what's at stake. But you're still welcome to play. More than, actually." Her eyes sparkled and her lips curled up into the faintest smirk. She was doing her best to sell Lady Heather's Domain.
She just hoped that he would say no.
For everyone's sakes.
The advantage of not being particularly attracted to women sexually was that Sawyer wasn't fooled by feminine wiles. There was no doubting the woman oozed appeal, and he'd never turned away from a challenge, but there was something behind what she was suggesting that Sawyer couldn't quite grasp.
Whatever it was, he wasn't sure he liked it, and that made him more hesitant than ever. He smoked some more of his cheroot and mulled things over quietly for a little longer.
Finally, after some moments of silence, which he was grateful for-so many women would have just filled it in with inane chatter-he fixed her with a sexy gaze and drawled, "I'm flattered by your interest, Lady Heather, and while I don't wish to appear rude, I'm not sure it's in my best interests to accept without some more thought on the matter. I hope you won't take offence if I don't give you an answer just yet?"
Lady Heather exhaled smoothly. Well, that was the answer then, wasn't it? Sawyer was politely turning her down. And by that alone, he had gained her approval. It was obvious that Naveen was besotted with this man, and nothing was going to change that. But she wanted to make sure that he was as devoted to his Dom as Naveen was to him.
And now it seemed that he was. Heather gave a small smile. "Well, the invitation is always open. If you ever need someplace to retreat to, our doors are open to you."
And that sounded like the end of a conversation if Sawyer had ever heard one. Giving her a long contemplative look as he smoked some more, Sawyer decided the something she was hiding was something to do with Naveen after all, although why it should be, he had no clue.
And that thought gave him even more pause.
"Thank you," he told her as he exhaled more smoke carefully, "Would you mind if I left you to find your own way back to the proceedings? I have a little business elsewhere that I need to take care of tonight."
Waiting for her to indicate her preference, Sawyer stood up and offered her a hand. If he left now, maybe he could mull over her words alone and find the sense in them; figure out what she was trying to tell him, or perhaps just think about what he really needed from Naveen from this point onward.
Lady Heather allowed him to kiss her fingers, and told him she would stay where she was for a while as she was expecting another guest to join her soon. Sawyer smiled and wondered for a moment who-if any of the other regulars at Freeman's-she could possibly be referring to, and then he let the thought go again as an image of Naveen returned to the forefront of his mind.
Once outside the room, Sawyer decided his best option now was probably to make a booking with Naveen. It had been far too long... and as luck would have it, the light laughter he recognized coming down the stairs towards him belonged to Marg, the woman with all the books.
"Why, hello, Miss Marg." He turned on the charm immediately upon catching sight of her obvious amusement, but she appeared to be all alone. "What's got you all shiny-eyed and happy? Someone tell you a good tale?" He held out an arm for her to join him as they continued to walk down the hallway towards the main staircase. "Care to share it with me?"
"He's married," escaped from Marg's lips amid renewed giggles, "Never would I think him capable of being caught... and by a..." She latched gratefully onto Sawyer's arm, seized by deep chortles.
Sawyer's heart took an unexpected lurch. Who on earth could she mean? His smile faltered uncertainly for a moment as he removed the cigar from his mouth once more, but thinking quickly, he realized she couldn't possibly mean Naveen. Even Marg wouldn't be so indelicate as to be laughing about the Dom in such a way in front of Sawyer.
"Who's that, then?" he managed, willing his heart to stop behaving so foolishly, "and he was caught by what?"
They paused outside Marg's sitting room and he waited for her to answer the question and/or open the door, sticking his cheroot forcefully back in his mouth and narrowing his eyes in query.
Marg leaned heavily on Sawyer as she strove to regain some semblance of decorum. Apart from the fact that it was so funny, she knew she shouldn't be airing anyone's dirty laundry with a client... especially out in the hall. After motioning for Sawyer to open the door to her sitting room, she put a hand to her midsection and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Pour a lady a drink, if you would," Marg managed somewhat more clearly as she tipped her head up to look into Sawyer's face. Such a lady-killer he could be if his proclivities turned that way. Gentlemanly when he chose, he was tall and lean, with lethal dimples and hair at just a length to toss and convey more emotion than he often let cross his face. Marg smiled, not meaning it to be sultry, but her voice did lower as she thanked Sawyer for seeing her to a chair.
"Who? Who's married, and why does it amuse you so?" he couldn't help grinning at Marg's infectious behavior, bringing her drink and then taking the one he'd poured himself to the chair opposite. "I'm all ears," he informed her, settling back in the chair and smiling encouragingly before taking a sip of his drink.
After nodding her thanks, Marg took a healthy draught from her glass, and sighed pleasurably before setting it aside. Her eyes still twinkled with mirth as she straightened her skirts and turned toward Sawyer.
"Now you know it is not our habit to share Freemen's confidences," she chastised lightly, "Even if you are practically part of the family. Let's just say someone's mama's side of the family has decided he has to honor a familial duty."
"What, you're gonna stop there?" Sawyer said mock-indignantly, settling back in his seat more comfortably. "At least tell me how you found out about it, can't you?"
Marg took another drink and studied Sawyer over the glass rim. "All I will say..." She paused, lips turning up into a small smirk, "Let's just say, someone received a delivery tonight, and leave it at that. I'm sure it will be all over the house soon enough." Her lips quirked as she fought a grin and a return of the giggles.
"Now, is there anything else I can do for you this evening before I rejoin the party-goers?" the madam asked, setting aside her empty glass.
A delivery? That was certainly interesting. Sawyer paused with his glass to his lips, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He decided he'd very much like to see who the delivery was, but with luck he'd get his chance in time.
Marg's last words indicated she was eager to get some more fun out of the night, and since she knew she wouldn't be getting any of the kind of fun she was probably after from Sawyer, he took the hint. Besides, he had been intending to book some time with Naveen and head back out to seek the wayward major once more if he could... or someone else if the man had given him the slip...
"Alrighty," he nodded, then tipped back the rest of his drink. "Just wondered if Naveen's got some free time for me tomorrow night? It's been a while, and I could really use a session with him. Better make it at least a couple of hours if you can fit me in."
Marg smiled at him and rose to find her appointment book. The rest of the transaction didn't take too long, and Sawyer was soon slipping back out Marg's sitting room door again. He'd have waited to accompany her downstairs, but she said she needed to do something before she came down, so he thanked her and politely left her to it.
Sawyer took a deep breath as he wondered how much to ask Naveen about Lady Heather the following night. He was glad Marg had been able to make him the appointment, and his heart was feeling a little lighter at the thought that he was going to see his favourite Dom once more, although it was definitely because he needed the punishment, not anything else, that made him feel so excited about the session.
His eyes were on his feet as he considered, so he didn't notice the person at the top of the stairs at first. Becoming conscious he wasn't alone, he lifted his head, his heart speeding up even more as he realized who it was.
Naveen!
The night was over, as far as Naveen was concerned. For one of Freeman's parties, there had been relatively little drama. Greg had taken a spill, and Ian had queened about; that was hardly new or special. He'd had several good scenes today, though. Desmond was willing to please as always, and Gilbert had been thrilled to have both of his Doms in the same establishment, willing to top him together.
And Naveen had gone the whole evening without speaking to Joshua. It was a good thing, he was sure. He didn't need him. It had only gotten too confusing. The distance was good, yes. Because this way it was easier to ignore things, like the large Australian who Naveen could tell would make a wonderful yet terrifying Dominant, if he had the drive to do so. And it was also easier to ignore the fact it was Sawyer who was sponsoring him.
Naveen had almost faltered when Heather stole Sawyer away. Her gaze had been calculating, and whatever she said had been enough to get Naveen's best client to abandon the major, who had looked ripe for the picking. Naveen didn't even want to imagine what they were discussing. He was just thankful that Sawyer was steadfastly against sleeping with women, and that there was little chance they were playing together. It had taken long minutes for him to find his center after the two had departed arm-in-arm.
Naveen had gotten up to go to bed after Ian and the doctor began dancing. The way they held each other was certainly more chaste and traditional then the other couples, but the adoration they felt for one other was obvious. It made Naveen feel slightly queasy.
As he moved towards Marg's sitting room on the way to his attic room, a flash of blond caught his eye and he was forced to stop. All the longing he'd been denying for well over a week came back in an all-consuming wave of need.
Josh was looking at him strangely, and had said nothing, and so Naveen began to continue on. Before he could move more than an inch, however, he found himself pushed harshly against the wall and the wind knocked out of him.
It had been far too long since Sawyer had been this close to the most beautiful man in the establishment. And Naveen looked so luscious, so intoxicating; his deep, dark eyes so compelling that Sawyer barely hesitated. Without even considering what he was doing, as the other man stopped in his tracks and stared at him, Sawyer took the space between them in two strides and pushing him up against the wall hard, pressed his lips to Naveen's.
Then Joshua was kissing Naveen. Really kissing him, like he never had before. There was a slight metallic taste to the kiss, and Naveen wondered if one of them had split a lip at the impact of mouth and teeth and tongue, and wall. The Dom's hands clenched in Sawyer's shirt, ready to push him away and demand an explanation... but he found himself tugging Josh closer, opening his mouth wider, and sighing into the kiss. He wound one arm around Sawyer, pulling himself up and against his client, and a low needy noise pushed through from his chest.
Sawyer wasn't thinking at all as Naveen responded to him; he was operating merely on instinct and need, and what he needed right now was Naveen. The taste of him, with a tangy coppery edge, was overwhelming. Sawyer slid his tongue inside Naveen's opening mouth, stroking it against the other man's tongue, and sliding a hand into the soft hair at the back of his neck.
Sawyer's other hand found a hip and sliding the soft material of Naveen's tunic up and away, he sought the silky skin he knew was hidden there, fingertips circling. All the while, the weight of his body held Naveen's against the wall, not allowing him to move, but Naveen didn't seem to be fighting him. In fact he was responding beautifully; his hands pulling Sawyer nearer, and incredibly erotic sounds were issuing forth as the kiss went on and on.
Naveen couldn't stop the shivers that ran through his body at the continued kiss. There was an ache inside him, one that was entirely different than any ache he'd ever felt before. It was similar to what he felt with sex, but that wasn't it. All he knew was he needed to keep kissing Sawyer, more than he needed anything else.
His hip turned towards Sawyer, not only allowing the touch there, but silently asking for more. Naveen stroked his palm across Josh's cheek, before cupping his jaw.
The touches drew Sawyer on more, and his hand found a place over Naveen's hip as he kept up the sensuous slide of tongue against tongue. It was like they fitted together completely; as if they'd each found a missing piece to their own jigsaw, hands where they were meant to be and mouths tasting everything they had ever wanted to taste.
Naveen's mouth was warmth and home and erotic charm all rolled into one and Sawyer couldn't draw away, no matter how breathless he was becoming. The hand on Naveen's neck shifted slightly, fingers dipping into his collar and then he was running them up through the silky locks.
No-one had ever been this good-this necessary-in years.
Nothing else mattered, not air, nor the molding pressing into Naveen's back, nor the knowledge that the two of them were in a very public area. What was important now was the taste of Josh, the hand on his hip, and the fingers in his hair.
Naveen's knees shook, and the grasp he still had on Sawyer's shirt wavered. The strange feelings in him increased, and he let his weight fall back against the wall, slumping slightly as Josh continued to kiss him.
Need. That's what it was. Some sort of alien need.
As Naveen fell back against the wall, Sawyer followed him, the strength of his grip growing as he practically held the other man where he was. His hips were pressed hard against Naveen's by now, and although he was aroused, the hardness of his cock wasn't the most important sensation for once.
Josh couldn't find a way to stop the kiss, their tongues sensuously sliding and tangling together in the most satisfying action he could remember since... and there, he refused to think further.
Finally, the need for air became too much and he had to stop, his hands moving to either side of Naveen's face as he rested his forehead against the other man's and panted unevenly. He still supported Naveen against the wall, and for the first time, he was suddenly aware of how much smaller than him this beautiful, sensual, strong and yet somehow very fragile man was.
It was the first time any of these thoughts had ever gone through his mind, and suddenly Josh was frightened, despite Naveen's equally fervent reaction. All the same, he couldn't move away yet, and instead touched his lips back to Naveen's, closing his eyes and giving himself over to the intoxicating taste once more.
Need? What sort of need could this possibly be? It wasn't the need of raw sexual desire, and Naveen certainly wasn't in need of food. It couldn't be the need of such silly, trivial things as companionship and love. Naveen was beyond those things. He was sure of it.
What Naveen realized, though, in those few panting moments after the kiss ended, was that what they had just shared was his first true kiss. Sure, he'd kissed countless people countless times; Joshua among them. But those kisses had never been this loaded.
Kisses that had been paid for; lips that met during sex, or even ones that had been part of scenes that the Dom had taken part in. But never in his entire life had Naveen ever kissed someone, or been kissed, for the sheer sake of kissing. With nothing expected, except for the continuing embrace.
Naveen could feel Josh's cock pressing into his own, but it didn't matter. The energy surrounding them spoke only of the pleasures to be found in each other's lips.
As Sawyer's lips found his own once more, Naveen faltered slightly. There was no denying now that this was different from their normal interactions. His mind had cleared, and this felt odd. But he kissed his client back, hoping not to disappoint.
Naveen appeared to tense up as Josh paused, and although the man allowed it when he went back for more, somehow it seemed different, and Josh pulled away abruptly. Drawing slow but uneven breaths shakily, he stared at Naveen for a few seconds, unsure what in hell he thought he was doing.
Christ!
He hadn't been thinking at all, and clearly Naveen wasn't in his right mind either... or if he was, he was expecting something completely different from Sawyer tonight. Josh didn't have a clue what that could be. They stared at each other wordlessly for a few moments, both panting from the exertion. If he looked as wild-eyed and confused as Naveen did, they were both in trouble now.
"Sorry," Josh apologized, reaching up his hands to brush ineffectually at Naveen's clothes, like he had merely messed them up and could neaten them somehow. "I... uh... I... sorry."
Giving the man one last concerned look, he fled. Sawyer's boots sounded loud in his own ears as he took off down the stairs faster than he had ever run up them.
What kind of fuckin' fool are you, Sawyer?
Pain tightened his chest, and Sawyer forgot what he had in mind to do next; forgot his promise to Marton that he'd be keeping an eye on Hugh. He even forgot about Matt and Warrick. He slammed out through the front door of the premises as fast as his feet would carry him, trying not to think about the taste of Naveen's mouth, the feel of the man's body against his own and most of all, the feeling surrounding him as they'd shared a more intimate moment than he could ever remember.
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