Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

He reached between them, withdrew his dick, and fell to Marek's side on the floor. Just as fast, he reached his arm across Marek's lower belly and kept them connected in a loose hold. “Are you okay?”

“Never felt anything quite like what you did to me just now.” Holy mother. Marek glanced at Colin, and just stayed there. “All of it.”

Colin smiled and rubbed his fingers in little circles on Marek's hip. “I know something upset you earlier. Do you feel a little better now?”

A streak of residual panic raced through Marek, attacking the beat of his heart. Not right now. Don't ruin what just happened. “I cannot move a single muscle,” he said by way of an answer. “You wrung me out good.”

Shifting to his side, Colin rested his head in his hand. He dipped down and pecked a kiss on Marek's shoulder. “Nice that you had lube so close by.” He teased Marek's hip with a hint of a tickle.

Marek covered Colin's hand, trapping it against his leg. “I'm a guy, I have a computer, and there is a whole World Wide Web of glorious male nudity right at my fingertips. Of course I have lube in my desk.” He raised a brow. “Try telling me you don't.”

Colin opened his mouth, but the computer beeped right then, and another instant message popped up on the screen. It joined a list taking up the whole monitor. During everything Colin did to him, Marek hadn't heard the ding of a single one.

“Oh crap.” Marek grabbed his pants and struggled through protesting muscles to stand up. “I totally forgot about Jeff.” He mentioned his financial planner. “He's probably out there wondering if I had a heart attack or something.”

Taking hold of Marek's hand for support, Colin pulled himself upright too. He, however, left his clothes on the floor. “If you don't think it will give him a heart attack, feel free to hint at what did happen.” He leaned in and gave Marek a quick kiss, grinning against his mouth. “Have fun finishing your work.” Colin walked backward toward the foyer. “Or”—he paused at the door and looked Marek up and down like some kind of prize stallion—“you could come upstairs with me.”

Marek hesitated. Jeff would understand; they had a good give-and-take working relationship. Still, residual fear held Marek in place. “I should do this,” he finally said.

“Okay. See you later then.” Colin walked out of the computer room, waving without turning around, and swaying his firm, sweet ass with a slow, seductive walk. “Bye now.”

I shouldn't follow that little wiggle of an invitation. The deeper I get, the more it's going to hurt when he finds out what happened and leaves.

Colin's voice drifted into the computer room barely two seconds after he left. “Didn't I see a long vibrating dildo in your drawer the other night?” Marek couldn't see the man, but he already knew Colin's expressions well enough to envision the teasing half smile and pink filling his cheeks. “I haven't played with myself in front of anybody in a very long time,” he went on. “I think I'll have to take that in the shower with me while I clean up.”

You seductive bastard. Sinking fast, Marek groaned and quickly instant messaged Jeff a We'll finish this tomorrow. Letting his pants fall back to the floor, and not bothering to waste time shutting down the computer, Marek spun around and raced after Colin. He caught up to the man halfway up the stairs and dogged his delicious ass into the bedroom, tackling him to the floor to Colin's delighted cries.

Marek couldn't remember the last time he had heard anything sweeter.

Chapter Fifteen

Colin slipped in behind where Marek sat at his computer and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his dark head. Marek leaned back in his chair and tilted his head up, and Colin dipped down to press another kiss on his lips.

Rubbing his nose to Marek's before pulling away, Colin said, “Don't worry. I'm not here to distract you from your work.” He placed a small plate of sliced fruit with crackers and cheese on the desk. “I just thought you might want a snack to hold you over until lunch with Jordan and Tag.”

“Thank you.” Marek's brow pulled with lines, and he put his hand on his stomach. “I was getting a little hungry.”

“I thought you might be.” They'd had breakfast a good three hours earlier, and Colin was coming to discover Marek wasn't really a big-meal-in-the-morning person. “I also thought I would go for a swim and sit outside for a while with one of the books from your bedroom. I just wanted to give you a heads up that I wouldn't be inside.”

“Have fun. Be careful in the water.” Marek glanced at his watch and then at Colin's wrist. “How about I keep an eye on the clock and come get you in time for you to shower and change before we have to leave for the hotel? Okay?”

Colin rubbed his bare wrist. “I'm not sure where I set down my watch. Maybe it slipped under the bed or dresser or something. Damn, that puppy wasn't cheap either.”

“I'll help you look for it later.”

“I'll take you up on that offer,” Colin replied. “Okay, I'm going to go change into my trunks and let you get back to work. I'll see you in a bit.”

“Bye.” Marek circled his chair around to face the monitor, grabbed a piece of mango off the plate, and popped it in his mouth.

Colin left Marek to his computer and brunch and bounded up the stairs two at a time. Reaching the landing, he turned for Marek's bedroom and came to a stop at the sight of one of the doors to the unused rooms ajar. What the hell? Colin had not seen these doors cracked open once in the week he had been at the house. Except for the time he poked his head into each room himself that