Page 67 of Fatal Temptation

Lucas pulled back and when Akio opened his eyes, he found the man smiling softly at him.

“Approved?” Lucas asked.

“For now.”

The man’s hearty chuckle filled him with warmth.

Lucas motioned for him to go ahead of him, and Akio walked to the living room with sweaty hands and a racing heart.

He’d never been in a room full of FBI agents before but somehow he’d expected it to be more intimidating. The two men on Lucas’ couch who were fighting over a PlayStation controller, and the guy lounging on a few pillows on the floor while throwing peanuts at them while he narrated their fight in a deep voice, was not it.

“Unfortunately, this is their way of showing support,” Lucas said, stepping up behind Akio, arm wrapping around his middle to tug him back against his body. He looked over his shoulder, grinning when lips found his.

“Does their ‘support’ include paying the cleaning bill?”

There were pizza boxes and empty beer bottles everywhere. It looked like a greasy hurricane had blown through the living room.

“Doubtful,” Lucas said and squeezed Akio once before releasing him.

Despite the man being practically right up against him, he still missed that contact immediately.

He’d had his first day back at college and the familiarity and structure had been good for him. He still didn’t know what he was going to do after graduation in a few months but one glance at Lucas and he knew it wouldn’t matter as much aswherehe’d be. Who he’d be with.

“Guys?” Lucas called out, getting everyone’s attention. “This is Akio. My boyfriend.”

While they’d met in passing when they’d all shown up to save his sorry ass from Kuroki, he hadn’t been introduced to them yet.

“The man. The myth. The legend,” a dark-haired man said as he stood from the couch. He crossed the room to shake Akio’s hand.

“I don’t know about that,” Akio mumbled, heat finding his cheeks.

“Without you, that fucker would still be out there exploiting girls.”

“This is Evan,” Lucas said with a clap to the man’s shoulder. “He’ll talk you to death about how amazing his wife is.”

Evan raised his hands, a fond smile finding his lips as he said, “But she is.”

“She has to be. She chose to be with you,” Lucas teased, knocking his shoulder against Evan’s.

“Yeah, yeah,” Evan said with an eye-roll.

A soft curse had Akio looking toward the man on the floor. He was getting up and as he walked toward them, all he could think about was how tight the guy’s shirt looked on his muscular form.

“This is Mo, short for Moses,” Lucas said with a twinkle in his eye.

Mo grabbed Akio’s hand in his big one and shook it much more gently than he’d expected from the sheer size of it.

“Last name, not first,” Mo said.

Akio blinked at him, unable to take in anything he said.

“You’re huge,” he blurted out and immediately regretted it, heat rising to his cheeks as he slapped a hand over his mouth as if that would stop him from saying something worse.

Mo laughed, one of those belly-aching laughs that had him holding his stomach.

“He’s notthatbig,” Lucas muttered.

The third man who looked like he was of Middle Eastern descent, his brown eyes bright as he walked up behind Lucas and Mo, putting an arm around their shoulders as he stepped between them.

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