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Sam scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Please. You looked resigned at best. Don’t tell me you didn’t mind kissing him. You clearly did.”

Running a hand through his dark hair, Dominic sighed. “I can’t believe we’re arguing over whether I liked kissing a mark or not. Fine, I didn’t like it. If it were up to me, I would never kiss him. It doesn’t prove that I didn’t like kissing you.”

“Did you like kissing me, then?” Sam said, finally finding the courage to ask.

When Dominic said nothing, Sam nodded, his face twisting into a mortified grimace. God, how embarrassing. “See? You can’t even say that. You hated it.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Dominic said, his eyes flashing with frustration. “I didn’t hate it. I liked it. A lot. Happy now?”

Sam looked at him dubiously, unsure if he should believe him. “Really?” he said in a small voice.

Dominic’s eyes softened a little. He rounded the kitchen island and pulled Sam up from his chair. “Look,” he said, his hands slipping down to Sam’s lower back. “I’m a good liar, and I lie a lot for work. I won’t deny it. But I’ve never lied to you.” He looked Sam in the eye intently. “Trust me. Please, Sammy.”

Sam exhaled shakily. “But how can you possibly like kissing me if you didn’t like kissing Luke? He’s—”

“He isn’t five times more attractive than you,” Dominic said with a scoff.

Sam bit the inside of his cheek. “Maybe not, but he’s definitely a lot more feminine than me. So logically, straight men should be more comfortable kissing him than me.”

Dominic chuckled. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“But—”

“Bloody hell.” Dominic jerked him closer and kissed him hard, his mouth slick, hot, and utterly perfect. It was embarrassing how fast Sam went boneless against Dominic’s chest, his toes curling with pleasure, his mouth parting eagerly to accommodate Dominic’s tongue, pure bliss spreading through his body.

He whined when Dominic broke the kiss.

“You know what I like about kissing you?” Dominic said, pressing their foreheads together. “I like how responsive you are. You kiss me like—like you belong to me—like you’re mine, like your mouth is mine.” He gave Sam another short, hard kiss. “It’s bloody addictive.”

Sam blinked at him dazedly. He couldn’t believe that Dominic actually liked that he lost higher brain function and became a slave to his basest needs the moment Dominic put his mouth on him. It was a bit weird, but whatever. Sam didn’t particularly care as long as Dominic actually liked kissing him.

“Okay,” Sam said and kissed Dominic again.

He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, the room quiet but for the slick sounds of their mouths moving together and quiet gasps of pleasure. Sam didn’t know what Dominic was feeling, but he hoped the kiss felt as good for Dominic as it did for him. Addictive. Dominic had called his mouth addictive. Sam could totally relate, because he seemed completely unable to stop kissing Dominic, his body tingling and aching all over, hungry, so very hungry.

It took him a while to register the buzzing sound. “Your phone,” Sam managed against Dominic’s lips.

Dominic didn’t stop kissing him, licking into his mouth.

“Your phone, Nick,” Sam said again.

Pulling back, Dominic glanced around, his dark eyes a little unfocused before they settled on his phone on the table. He walked over, glanced at the Caller ID, and frowned before he answered. “A11.”

Sam saw Dominic’s shoulders tense up.

“Are you sure it’s him?” Dominic said. There was a pause as Dominic listened to the caller’s response. “I’ll be at headquarters in fifteen minutes.”

He hung up and turned to Sam, his brows drawn together. “Richard Whitford’s helicopter crashed in Columbia. No survivors.”

“Luke’s father?” Sam said. “Does that mean your mission is canceled?”

Dominic shook his head, grabbing his jacket and heading out. “It just means that the mission parameters have just changed. By the way, could you call my work number and tell my secretary that I have an urgent meeting with Riverwood Trading?”

“What?”

Dominic smiled at his confusion. “It’s a company created by MI6 that is used as one of the covers for our agents. It’s a client of Grayguard, so it’s a good cover for me when I need to leave on missions.”

“Why don’t you call your secretary yourself?” Sam said, following Dominic to his car. He was probably being clingy, but he couldn’t help it.

“I might be too busy to answer my phone. Tell her I forgot my mobile at home.”

“And if she asks who I am?” Sam said, watching Dominic get in the car.

Dominic rolled down the side window and looked at him. “Tell her the truth: that you live with me and that I trust you.”

Sam swallowed and nodded.

“Okay,” he said, reaching out and fixing Dominic’s tie. He couldn’t help it; he needed to touch him.

Some emotion flashed across Dominic’s face. He squeezed Sam’s hand, let go, and started the engine. “I’ll see you this evening.”


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