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They got into Andy's car, waiting for them at the curb, then rode in silence to Andy's apartment. Devon's heart beat faster and faster as they went.Oh my gods. He was spending the night with a guy. It almost had to be a dream.
The car parked itself in an underground garage, and Andy took Devon's hand again, leading him into the elevator. They rode all the way up to the penthouse floor.
Devon gaped as they stepped inside Andy's apartment. It was sparsely furnished and wholly impersonal, looking more staged than lived in. But the outer walls were almost entirely glass, giving expansive views of the city in every direction. It took Devon's breath away. “Holy shit,” he whispered.
Andy set down the flowers, then took Devon's bag out of his hand. He set the bag aside and crouched down, grabbingDevon gently by the shoulders. “I want you comfortable here,” he murmured. “And whatever happens tonight is entirely up to you. We can do as much or as little as you want.”
Devon trembled. He wanted so many things, he couldn't even put it all into words. But it was also scary, contemplating experiences he never thought he'd get to have.
“Tell you what,” Andy said. “Let's take your bag to the bedroom, and then you can take a nice, long, hot shower to calm your nerves. How's that sound?”
Devon let out a shaky breath and nodded. That sounded perfect.
Andy picked up Devon's bag and took Devon's hand, leading the way through the massive apartment. They stepped inside the master suite, and Devon lurched to a stop.
“Oh my gods,” he gasped, staring at the room. Like the rest of the apartment, it was sparse and drab, lacking any color or life. There was a big bed and one nightstand, but no other furniture. No pictures or chairs or anything to liven up the massive space.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
Everywhere he looked, he saw reflections of himself and Andy. Every wall—even the ceiling high above—was made of mirrored glass.
“Oh, sorry,” Andy said, heading for a control panel on the wall. “I forgot I had it set to that.” Andy pressed a button, and the glass turned clear, giving more expansive views to the outside.
“Wait,” Devon gasped. He held out a hand in Andy's direction, turning his gaze slowly about the room.Oh hells. Getting to see Andy from any angle? That sounded insanely hot. He almost asked Andy to switch the glass back, but then he'd also have to see himself, and Devon wasn't up for that.
Andy studied his face and stepped away from the control panel, slowly stalking towards Devon, that tall frame full ofpower and confidence. He came to a stop and held Devon's gaze. “You like watching Daddy, don't you?” he growled.
Devon gulped and nodded, feeling his heart racing with excitement.
Andy grinned, nodding at the wall. “We'll work up to that, whenever you're ready,” he murmured. “But for now…” He straightened up and pulled off his shirt.
Devon gasped, watching as Andy stepped aside to kick off his shoes and strip off his pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked.Oh hells. A naked Andy right in front of him? And he was free to look?
It was absolutely perfect.
Chapter 20
ANDY SHUDDERED at the way Devon looked at him.
Gods. It was almost too much.
He'd spent all day pacing the morgue, nothing to do but wait for the hours to tick by. There were no bodies to autopsy. No ghosts or families to console. Nothing to clean. It had taken everything Andy had to stop himself from running up to the third floor. To his old office. To throwing himself back into his endless research, knowing there was nothing to find. He'd almost broken, knowing there was a sweet, perfect boy just on the other side of the door. A boy who deserved to live.
But he'd resisted. Barely, but still. He'd spent all day, determined not to eventhinkabout Ashworth-Grahams. He wasn't going to let it get in the way. Andy fully intended to just enjoy what he and Devon could experience together.
And now? Seeing how Devon looked at him?
Gods. All thought fled. Nothing existed beyond the two of them. Andy had planned to give Devon whatever the boy wanted that night. Instead, Devon was givinghimsomething.
Andy muttered a curse. He'd never felt so powerful as he did in that moment, having Devon's riveted gaze on him. Never felt so alive. Standing there completely naked, he felt like he could take on the world.
He stepped right up to Devon, tipping the boy's face up so he could look him in the eyes. “Tell me what you want,” Andy asked, his voice a low, husky murmur.
Devon trembled. “Anything,” he gasped. “Oh gods. Everything.”
“Everything?”
Devon nodded.
