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Wolfram reached the brink and allowed himself a moment of unbridled release. The orgasm that took him seemed without a beginning or end, a radiating pleasure that started in his belly and spanned outward in waves, each wave a climax within a climax, cresting as his body squeezed and spasmed.

Patient and persistent, Beau kept going, twisting slick around the skin that was hot and overstimulated as Wolfram shot into his mouth. Beau shuddered and swallowed around him--gulping to keep up as Wolfram’s orgasm continued. Wolfram’s whole body thrummed with every bit of movement, every swipe of his tongue, and his brain threatened to overheat at the obscene and greedy sound of Beau swallowing every bit of Wolfram’s release.

He broke only once, drawing a ragged breath, still stroking him as Wolfram pulsed a stream onto his own belly and then returning, his mouth molten hot as he gulped the last drops.

When they parted, finally, Wolfram’s legs were shaking and he’d shredded a pillow in his hands—but he had not lost himself. He’d come and the world hadn’t ended—he hadn’t hurt Beau

Exhausted, Beau dragged the back of his hand across his swollen lips before letting his head drop against Wolfram’s thigh. Wolfram threaded a hand through his tousled hair.

“How was that?” Beau asked—his voice abruptly gravelly and raw.

“Intense,” Wolfram said. “Earth-shattering. Beyond compare.”

Beau laughed softly through his nose. “Flatterer.”

Wolfram gently guided Beau onto the bed, wrapping Beau in his arms and then sharing a slow, steady kiss with him. Their tastes melded on Beau’s mouth, shooting one last exhilarating throb through Wolfram’s body.

Beau had been right. They could share this.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“That’s everything? We didn’t leave anything downstairs?” Lincoln asked, closing the door to the apartment behind him.

“No. You got it all.”

Noah felt ridiculous standing inside of Lincoln’s apartment. He’d never planned on taking the man up on his offer of a place to stay while things got sorted out with Beau, but it had only taken two nights alone in the apartment—knowing someone could be watching him—to make him change his mind.

He’d called Lincoln the day after their lunch together.

“Get packed up and I’ll come straight over after work,” Lincoln said seriously.

“You don’t have to do that. Just give me your address and I can—“

“I’m not negotiating with you about this,” Lincoln had said.

And sure enough, at six o’clock Lincoln had shown up on his doorstep, ready to carry anything that Noah had packed up. Other than the desktop computer he’d packed into a cardboard box and the laptop he stuffed into his rolling bag, Noah didn’t have much to bring. He’d grabbed a pillow and a few changes of clothes, everything he’d need to shower.

Turns out, my life doesn’t amount to much stuff,he realized.

Lincoln had hailed them a cab and brought them to his apartment a mile away in a slightly nicer neighborhood than where Noah shared the apartment with his brother.

Everything about the place was nicer, he realized.

“You live alone?”

Noah had been so desperate that he hadn’t even bothered to ask first about Lincoln’s living situation.

“Yeah. Just you and me now.”

“I’m notlivinghere,” Noah was quick to correct. “I just need a place to stay for a few days.”

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

He followed Lincoln as the man disappeared with his stuff down a hallway, stepping into a room that was obviously Lincoln’s own bedroom. He set the box with Noah’s computer on the floor and his backpack on the bed before disappearing back down the hallway.

“What’s up? Where are you going?”

Lincoln didn’t bother answering, but after a moment, Noah heard him rummaging around in another room and he reappeared in the hallway dragging a small desk.

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