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Luka had another dream, blurred by the wine and scotch, perhaps. At first, it was just images, sensations. Thomas climbing on top of him, his hair tickling Luka’s cheek. The delicious weight of Thomas’ bulk, the heat pressing inside him, exquisite pleasure curling his toes… Then he was standing beside the bed watching Thomas at work, hips rolling, ass clenching with each thrust. Luka licked his lips and reached down to squeeze himself, wishing he was still under Thomas. He frowned and looked to see who the lucky man was, feeling a sense of relief when he saw it was himself, eyes closed in bliss. Then those eyes snapped open, and they were gray instead of his own blue. And they were staring from Morgan’s face.

Luka gasped as Morgan’s mouth twisted in a cruel smile.

“Yes, Thomas,” he cooed, without taking his eyes off Luka. “Ooh, yes. Just like that.”

“Stop,” Luka forced out.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t stop, Thomas!” Morgan’s hands clutched Thomas’ ass. Thomas sped up, and Morgan tipped his head back and moaned. “Oh, yes, harder, Thomas, harder. Yes, yes, yes!”

Luka woke up with a start. He covered his face with his hand. “Noooo.”

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The next morning Thomas was on a call when Luka arrived in their office. Thomas nodded at him before replying to the person on the phone. “We finalized those contracts on Thursday… Yes, I’m looking at them right now.” He picked up a handful of papers and rolled his eyes at Luka.

He replied with a wan smile as he opened his email and began to click through the stack of messages, listening to Thomas insist that the contracts in his hand existed.How it went with Morgan last night is none of my businessplayed in his head on a loop.

When Thomas got off the phone they dove into their list of tasks for the day. The first commercial shoot was tomorrow. There was a lot to do, and if Thomas wasn’t going to mention Morgan, neither was he.

The dream meant nothing. It was fine.

Right?

Chapter Eleven

First Date

“Morning,” Thomas mumbled as he slid into Luka’s car, two coffees in hand. He popped one of them into the cupholder in the middle.

“Thanks, I’ll need that.” Luka rubbed his eyes as Thomas buckled in. It was five a.m. and they were headed to a studio across town for day one of their commercial shoot.

“You’re welcome.” Thomas shivered as he wrapped his fingers around his cup.

“Getting so cold in the mornings,” Luka said. “I’m thankful for underground parking. Just saw some poor bastards scraping their windshields.” He signaled and pulled back onto the road. Not much traffic so early. “Do you still run outside when it’s this cold?”

“Year round.”

“You do?”

Thomas nodded and took a drink. “Yeah.”

“You just run through the snow?”

Thomas chuckled. “Mmm.”

“Isn’t it freezing? And slippery?”

“I have special shoes for snow and ice, and I warm up quick once I get going. And I take a long, hot shower afterwards.”

Luka pictured Thomas wet and soapy for the tiniest, completely respectable amount of time. “If you say so. I prefer spending chilly winter mornings drinking coffee on the couch.”

“Mmm. That’s nice, too,” Thomas said, looking out of the window.

Luka’s stomach fizzed as he imagined Thomas curled up next to him one cozy morning. The silence hung, a little thick for a moment, when Thomas’ phone buzzed.

“And so it begins,” he muttered after he read the message.

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