Antony Rosetta has found freedom with his lover Carter at his side. Running off to Europe after retiring from his job as a professional hitman, he's sure he's hidden his tracks well enough…
Until a killer's gun is trained on Carter.
After they escape, they find an unlikely ally who helps them out of a rough spot. Tony doesn't trust easily, and his hackles stay up long after they need to be. Or have they?
Tony soon realizes he loves Carter too much to keep the man in mortal danger. Can he find the strength to send the man away?
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Carter had had a little
too much to drink, along with a bit too much dancing. He’d taken off his shirt
about an hour before. Sweat glistened off his bare chest as he moved and swayed
under the pulsing lights of the dance floor.
The smile on his face was
the best part of all.
If
only I could be that carefree.
Tony watched them moving
from his spot in the shadowed booth. The pair moved in time to the music,
writhing against one another much the same way he and Carter would later
tonight, when they were back at their rented flat, alone together.
Seeing Carter like this
was… stimulating.
It shouldn’t have been.
The whole reason he’d paid for Carter’s remaining education was to ensure the
man stopped his career as an escort. The thought of another man touching what
was his…
But this was different.
Even though he wasn’t
involved in the touching—and someone else was caressing his man—being a spy to
it was a turn-on he struggled to comprehend.
After a moment, Carter’s
stare moved in his direction. Did his lover know the thoughts going through his
mind? Tony held that stare, even though he wasn’t sure his lover could see him
in the dark. He hoped Carter could sense the lust he felt across the gap
separating them. Suddenly, he felt quite sure the man could. Carter’s hips
began to sway in a much more seductive manner. He licked his lips, the desire
on his handsome face intoxicating.
Tony’s cock twitched. He
moved slightly, adjusting himself as he grew thicker.
The song ended. Carter’s
dance partner urged him to keep dancing, but Carter’s stare kept moving toward
Tony. He stalked back to the booth, his body language setting Tony’s libido on
edge.
His lover was horny, and
it came off in thick waves.
Carter climbed onto his
lap, straddling him.
There was no doubt they
were both hard as stone. Carter pressed his lips to Tony’s, tasting of the
sweet mixed drink he’d imbibed not long before. Tony moved his hand to the back
of Carter’s neck and deepened the kiss, marking his claim.
When they were both
breathless, they parted, gasping for air.
“Dance with me,” Carter
mumbled into his ear.
Tony turned to look at
his lover. The music was too loud, or maybe he was too old. He was barely
forty, but felt like the old man out compared to the crowd in the club. He knew
he was living vicariously through Carter. Tony had never lived a life where he
could be so carefree and without looking over his shoulder.
There was a lightness to
Carter. It matched Tony’s darkness.
He had an unexplainable
need to be near the man.
It had nothing to do with
his looks, although Carter was exceptionally handsome. Given where he’d grown
up, Carter should’ve been harder, rougher around the edges. Something had
allowed him to escape that place without a dark mark on his soul.
Like Tony’s suffered.
But then, Tony had been
raised by a low-level mobster and mentored by a mafia boss. Everyone around him
had evil in him.
Except Carter.
A wave of disco lights
washed over his lover, illuminating the man in bright pinks and blues. They
shifted to gold and then to silver. In any light, Carter was stunning. He only
grew sexier as the days passed… as Tony felt the connection they had
strengthening.
“I don’t dance,” Tony
murmured against Carter’s ear.
“You dance every single
night with me,” Carter answered back. He sat up straighter, his eyebrow
continuing to rise even after he stopped moving.
Visions of what Tony had
planned for later twirled through his mind. We’ll
be dancing, all right. He grinned slyly.
“Come on,” Carter pleaded
against his ear. “I don’t want to dance with other men. I want to dance with you.”
