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Drago grabbed his left knee and gave it a tug. At first he didn’t get what Dray wanted, but then it dawned on him. He lifted his leg and knelt on his hands and knees with a leg on either side of Drago’s head.

Warm, moist lips closed around the tip of his cock, sucking and pulling his erection down. He shifted his weight, giving Drago better access to him while he slid his mouth farther down Drago’s cock.

They found matching rhythms, sucking at each other in unison. It was so sexy, he could hardly bear the pulling while he sucked, the loving and being loved.

He’d never expected to find giving and getting a blow job to be this emotional. But it was so intimate, such a shared pleasure, that he found himself choking up… and not on cock. He licked up and down Drago’s shaft, sucked at his balls, and licked his way back up to the moist tip of the prodigious pole.

Drago did the same, and Spencer’s entire body tightened in anticipation of the release to come. Dray started bucking his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Spencer’s mouth, the friction fantastic as his ass started to flex too.

Spencer jammed his mouth down on Drago’s dick faster and faster, fucking Dray’s mouth at the same time. They grunted and groaned together, pushing each other past reason. Past thought.

He wanted to drive this man out of his mind with pleasure—so much pleasure he would never leave. Never turn his back again. Drago seemed to be having much the same thought, for he reached up to grab Spencer’s balls with one hand and the base of his cock with the other, and then sucked off Spencer so hard, he let out a strangled shout of ecstasy.

His balls tightened, his entire body coiled for the release. In his mouth, he felt Drago’s body doing the same. The urgency of Drago’s thrusts increased, faster and faster.

Moving quick and shallow, they approached the precipice together. Then they made deep simultaneous slams, jamming their cocks down each other’s throats and coming all at once.

Hot cum gushed into the back of his throat just as he exploded into Drago’s mouth. Their bodies even pulsed in time together as they emptied themselves into each other. Shocks of pleasure ripped through him all the way to his fingers and toes as he roared his pleasure around Drago’s cock.

Drago let out his own gurgling shout, a gust of hot air around Spencer’s cock.

They shuddered together for several more seconds, and then Spencer fell to the side, wiped out. His face was next to Drago’s feet, but he didn’t have the energy to reverse positions.

Eventually he rolled off the bed, stood up, and flopped back down beside Drago.

Dray’s arm was spread wide, and Spencer’s neck landed on it and the pillow above it. The arm curled, pulling him close. He snuggled against Drago’s side, throwing his thigh across Dray’s and his arm across Drago’s ribs, which rose and fell slowly beneath his forearm.

And that was how he fell asleep—plastered against his lover, exhausted and sated, warm and relaxed. It was damned near perfect.

Chapter Seventeen

DRAGO DIDN’Tknow whether to be mad and hurt at Spencer for shying away from admitting his love or furious with himself for hoping he would say it.

He knew Spencer cared for him. That he was the only man Spencer had ever had these kinds of feelings for. And he knew that Spencer would give his life for him in a heartbeat.

Was it too much to ask of the man that he also say aloud how he felt?

But God, it would’ve been nice to hear it.

He knew last night’s sixty-nine was an apology from Spencer, in his own way. As apologies went, it had felt pretty good. The man gave an enthusiastic blow job and wasn’t afraid to gag a little.

Drago sighed. No need to be in such a bitchy mood. After all, he hadn’t exactly made a grand declaration of love to Spencer either. He sat up on the edge of the bed, and Spencer looked up from the table, where he was staring at the burner phones.

He knew that look from Spencer. The guy had an idea. “What’s on your mind?”

“What if we redial all the numbers the burner phones have called before? Tell them all we’ve got the second laptop and we’re not handing it over until Hamza shows up in person. If we indicate that we know what information the laptop holds, one of them will certainly panic and get a message to Hamza. Hell, one might be Hamza.”

“That might work. But we would also end up outnumbered and outgunned.”

Spencer shrugged. “SEALs work outnumbered all the time.”

“We might bag Hamza, but we wouldn’t catch his mole inside the CIA. And that person is the greatest threat to me right now.”

“Any way to get a message to the mole while we’re at it? Maybe we could draw him or her out. Get them to show up at this hypothetical showdown.”

Drago snorted. “Easy. All we have to do is go back to my flat and talk about our plans. The mole is undoubtedly on the other end of the bugs all over my place.”

He looked up, and Spencer was staring at him and nodding slowly.

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