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Leland laughed, then silenced his verbal bomb with another mind-stopping kiss. It was everything Ean needed to settle his soul.

“First things first, sugar,” Leland said, breathless himself, when they broke apart. He looked deep into Ean’s eyes and said, “I don’t mind if you take a job at The Chameleon Club. I think you would do amazingly in a kitchen. But before you start panicking—” and Ean had definitely started panicking, “—I don’t want you to live there, in London. It’s an easy commute to The Chameleon Club from here by train, so I want you to stay here, with me.”

“You want me to live with you?” Ean asked, his voice rising an octave.

“Yes,” Leland said, smiling. “And even though I’m sure they’ll train you at the club, I want to keep you around for a few months first, giving you cooking lessons myself.”

Ean’s heart felt like it would leap out of his body. “But you’re, like, a master chef.”

“Yep.” Leland grinned. “So when you do walk into that kitchen, you’ll have had the best training that money can’t buy.”

“You would do that for me?” Ean squeaked, overflowing with emotion.

“I’d like to do a lot more than that for you,” Leland said, heat in his eyes.

Ean could only sit there and gape at him, gape at the amazing good fortune he’d stumbled into. And to think, it had all happened because he’d had a lottery ticket filled with the wrong numbers.

“I love you,” he blurted. Immediately, he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed himself. “Shit. I mean, I shouldn’t say things like that. I can’t just blurt?—”

“I love you, too, sugar,” Leland said.

Ean opened his eyes, amazed at the love he saw reflected back at him. “Really?”

Leland nodded. “I think I’ve loved you for years. I’m so lucky that fate brought us back together. I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

“Okay,” Ean said, bubbling with laughter. “I won’t go, then. I’ll stay here and be your friend, boyfriend, boy, lover, whatever you want me to be.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Leland said.

Ean was certain he looked and sounded ridiculous, but Leland made him feel the exact opposite of ridiculous when he surged forward hard enough to push him to his back. He splayed across the couch for a second, his body coming alive at the feel of Leland’s weight and the hard bulge in his trousers as it pressed into his thigh. Blood immediately rushed to all the right places in him as well, and as Leland slanted his mouth over his, stealing the air from his lungs with a kiss, his cock perked up and pressed wantonly against Leland’s belly.

It was glorious. Ean didn’t have a ton of experience, and the experiences he’d had hadn’t been that great. But Leland was so big and sure of himself that even though worry poked at the back of his brain, he could ignore it and just focus on how turned-on he was.

They lay there, kissing and touching each other, getting hotter by the second, for a few long and lazy minutes. Then Leland pulled back, panting, his chef trousers tented in front of him.

“Do you want to go to bed with me?” he asked, extending a hand to Ean. “I have lube and condoms in my bedroom.”

Ean felt like he might leap out of his skin if he didn’t end up naked and spread in Leland’s bed within seconds. It was so considerate of him to be forthright and to make his intentions clear, too. He nodded and reached up to take Leland’s hand, ready for whatever Leland wanted.

“I’ll take good care of you, sugar,” Leland said, pulling him up, then leading him from the main room into the bedroom.

Everything was like a dream from there. They undressed, and when Ean had all his clothes off and tossed aside a few seconds faster than Leland, he rushed to help Leland undress the rest of the way. Part of that involved sinking to his knees as he helped Leland step out of his trousers and underwear.

Words weren’t going to happen with the state Ean was in, but he stayed on his knees and glanced questioningly up at Leland as he stroked his hands across Leland’s thighs.

“Only if you want to,” Leland murmured, brushing his fingers through Ean’s hair.

Ean definitely wanted to. He’d confessed to Leland a few days ago that he’d sucked a few cocks for money, but doing it now felt entirely different. He cupped Leland’s balls for a moment and nuzzled his face into Leland’s groin, breathing in the rich, salty scent of his skin. Leland’s hand went tight in his hair and he made a growling sound of appreciation, and that was before Ean ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, then closed his mouth over his head.

It was so amazing and so good to give pleasure to someone he really liked that way. Leland filled his mouth and had him salivating as he licked and teased his tip, then worked to take him as deep into his throat as he could. He didn’t even mind when his gag reflex kicked in a little.

Leland hissed and groaned with the pleasure Ean gave him. He widened his stance a little, kept a tight grip in Ean’s hair, and made a few involuntary thrusts into Ean’s throat as things grew more intense. Right or wrong, Ean loved it. He loved the feeling that Leland could do whatever he wanted to him, that he belonged to Leland.

“Okay,” Leland gasped, pulling back. “Too much more of that and I’ll come.”

“I don’t mind,” Ean said. In fact, his imagination instantly gave him a sexy fantasy of Leland coming in his face.

Leland laughed gently. “I do,” he said. “I want to come in a different part of you.”

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