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“Please come over. I don’t like talking without being able to see your face. Tell what you’re thinking.”

“So sure you can tell what I’m thinking by looking at me?”

“No, but it’s better than guessing. Than waiting through the silences.”

Ben laughed again. “But isn’t the tension nice? The anticipation?”

“If you’re serious and not just messing with me, I’ll endure anything.”

Another silence fell. “I don’t know what to make of you.”

“Come find out. I’m sure I’m lots of the things you think I am, but how can I change if you aren’t here to tell me what’s so terrible about me?”

“Never said anything about you was terrible,” Ben said right away.

“I’ll text my address. And the gate code.”

“Hmmm. Last time we were alone, you assaulted me.”

“You wouldn’t even be talking to me if you really saw it that way.”

In a low voice, Ben said, “Maybe I was trying to be kinky and now you’ve ruined it.”

Adam groaned, his body responding as those whispered words replayed in his head. “I’m hanging up to text you. Please say you’ll come.”

“You think you can make me come?”

Adam’s cock ached as he palmed it. “Hanging up now.”

Ben’s soft laughter came through before Adam ended the call. He texted his details with shaking fingers.

Save me a glass of winewas Ben’s reply.

Adam mentally calculated the distance to Club Status and rubbed his shaft again, knowing he’d be ready to explode by the time Ben arrived. He went to the kitchen for another wine glass, then filled it up before topping his off.

He moved to the window, his gaze fixed on the dark, winding driveway.

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Ben punched in the gate code and then pulled in, pausing to make sure the gate closed behind him. He couldn’t see the house at all. The only lights anywhere near were the ones flanking the gate. He turned his high beams on and drove slowly through the woods, wondering how far back the house was.

At least the driveway is paved. It was steep and hilly in places, some trees very close to the edge. When he finally emerged from the dense trees, he stopped to look at the house. The exterior was brick and rather simple, but the house was still massive. Ben guessed it had at least twenty rooms, if not more. He pulled up to the front door, figuring it didn’t matter where he parked. A three-car garage sat off to one side, one of the company cars parked in front of the middle door.

Ben got out and looked up at the house again. The door swung open as he stood there, and Adam stepped out. The dark-haired man was barefoot but still wore dress slacks and a white button down.

Ben pocketed his keys and walked over. “I’m here.”

“You are. And I’m feeling better already.”

Ben stepped inside and looked around. Again, everything was simple but much bigger than it needed to be. Everything was painted cream, and the foyer held a coatrack, a marble-top table, and an umbrella stand. A large mirror hung over the table.

“I’d feel lonely too if I had to ramble around in this place,” Ben said as Adam closed the door. “Any pets?”

“No. You?”

“A cat. Latte. She’s cream with brown patches.”

Adam frowned. “I should’ve found that out before sending flowers.”