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They stood there frozen, gazes locked, chest to chest, and a hair's breadth from being crotch to crotch. He watched Brad's deep blue eyes slowly sweep his face, settling on Derek's lips.
Damn everything! Derek wanted him, wanted to feel those lips on his, their tongues twining while their hands roamed each other's body. Everything about them matched, right down to the aftershave they used--Brut. Would it be so wrong to indulge ... just this once? If he was on guard, warned his heart this could go nowhere, wouldn't that be okay?
Even as he thought it, Derek dismissed the notion. His heart always got involved. It was part of who he was. He'd never been smart enough, or coarse enough, to stop the emotion that went with sex.
"Excuse me," they said in unison as they side-stepped one another and walked on.
It was all he could do not to spin around and tumble the other man onto the bed beckoning beyond. He'd loved to see Brad naked on the sheets, his bronzed body Derek's to explore and taste.
No! He shook his head hard. I don't fuck models. I don't fuck models.
The beast pulsing in his jeans continued to disagree.