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me closer. Our tongues dived deeper. I grabbed his ass and mashed our groins together. The moan that leaped from his mouth to mine sounded desperate, wanton.
    I spun us around and slammed his back against the door, never breaking the kiss, crushing my pelvis against him. When our clothed cocks connected again, Matthew gave up on the kiss and arched into the contact.
    “Yes. God yes, Luke.” He put his hands on my face and forced me to look at him. The expression was similar to the lust-filled one he gave me in the dining room, except I could see something more there. What the hell was it?
    Matthew breathed deep and ground more slowly against me. “Damn, you drive me crazy. I want you so much, I can't think about anything else. Just you and Richard.”
    “Yeah, Matthew. I need this, need you.”
    I hauled him away from the door, and we worked our way to the bed.
    He sucked on my neck as we went. “You taste good. Can I leave marks on you?”
    “Hell, yes. Just not where they'll be seen at work.” I didn't care if anyone saw them, but the idea of hidden marks left by Matthew was maddening. I'd be able to see them days later. Remember him. His touch.
    I laid him on the bed. Since neither of us was letting go, I went down with him. His legs wrapped around me.
    “I need your clothes off,” he said. He clawed at my shirt. I lifted to give him room to open the buttons, and then I raised his shirt over his head. We put off removing our pants as long as we could, his legs still tight around me.
    “Need to get at your dick,” I said.
    “Uh-huh.” His legs dropped to the bed.
    “I'm going to screw your brains out, Matthew.”
    “Yeah. I want that, want you.”
    I unbuttoned his pants, then started on my own. He slid his off in an effortless motion, never moving with any awkwardness. My pants and underwear tangled at my feet with my shoes, and I had to give a few good kicks to get them off and onto the floor. Next to him, my writhing and kicking made me look like a finalist for the ten thousand dollar cash prize on America's Funniest Home Videos . Beautiful was the best word to describe him.
    Once we were naked, our bodies connected again in a rush, like sex-crazed teenagers given the go-ahead on prom night, diving for each other. Six days must have been too long for either of us to wait to be together again. How did I think I was ever going to give him up? Either of them?
    The idea of never having Richard again twisted my gut into a rigid knot. When he came back to the club, we'd hook up with him again.
    We had to.
    Matthew kissed me. Our cocks slid together as we humped at each other. His precum glided on my dick. When did I ever get that close to another man without a condom on? I was all about the fucking and not so much the crazy need to touch, rub, and connect with someone.
    I looped my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. He moaned and hummed. I heard nothing but him and our bodies slapping together. Until I heard another sound: a brief but firm knock on the door.
    Everything stopped.
    We lay still, staring at the closed door.
    Matthew's body tensed under mine. “You think?”
    “How would he know we're in here?”
    “Didn't you notice everyone watching you walk up the stairs? I guess you with me three times in a row is a real surprise.” Matthew gave me a teasing smile before he slid out from under me and bounded for the door.
    “I thought this club was discreet,” I called after him.
    He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and smiled back at me again. Then he yanked the door open.
    Richard stood in the hallway, his large form leaning on the doorframe. He scanned Matthew's naked body and paused at the straining cock. “Did you two get started without me?”
    Matthew tugged him inside the room, threw the door shut, and kissed him. Richard's hands went straight to Matthew's ass and hauled him close. His fingers pawed the pale flesh.
    “I didn't know if you'd come back,” Matthew said.
    “I didn't