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When Chris got out of his sleek metallic silver Mercedes-Benz SL-Class in Shane’s garage, Shane was already there waiting for him. Immediately Chris got out and closed his door, Shane attacked. He pushed Chris against his car and captured his mouth in a kiss so hot Chris’ toes curled inside his shoes. Their first kiss…it was simply mind-blowing. Chris shuddered when he felt Shane’s warm tongue tickle his lips tentatively, requesting admittance.
With a moan, his lips parted and all the emotions that had been swirling through the two men since they met again, exploded. Both men moaned into the kiss, getting hard within seconds. Everything they felt for each other was poured into that first kiss. Their tongues dueled, teeth clashed, they couldn’t get enough of each other. The kiss was broken only by the need for air, and then their lips met again and again.
“Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?” Chris breathed harshly when they eventually broke apart. Shane leaned against Chris, their foreheads bumping together as he tried to bring his breathing under control. “What was that for?” Chris whispered breathlessly.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in that meeting this afternoon,” Shane muttered. “You look so fucking hot in white.” He breathed.
Chris had taken off his dark blue jacket, leaving his white shirt and loosened red tie. This time around, he hadn’t taken off his tie or rolled up his sleeves like he usually did when he came to Shane’s from the office. His plan was to go back to the office from Shane’s.
“You’ve always liked white on me.” Chris drawled. “No pun intended.”
Shane laughed softly. “You’ve always looked good in white.” He whispered, drawing Chris’ lower lip into his mouth to suck sensuously on it.
“Damn, you’re good with your lips.” Chris breathed when his lip was released eventually, making Shane laugh.
“I’ve been dying to taste these lips so bad it was beginning to drive me insane.” Shane moaned before nipping gently at Chris’ lower lip. He’d needed Chris’ mouth so desperately when he saw him in the showroom that afternoon, he almost couldn’t breathe.
Chris gasped when he felt the tip of Shane’s tongue flick against the corner of his mouth. It felt so good Chris thrust against Shane, succeeding in rubbing their covered erections against each other.
“Fuck.” Shane groaned as though he were in pain, his eyes fluttering shut. “Stop that.” He whispered against Chris’ lips. But even as he told Chris to stop, Shane leaned in to capture his lips again, kissing Chris senseless. “I’m sorry for what I said this afternoon,” Shane muttered against Chris’ moist and slightly parted lips. God, Chris looked so sensual and hot with his lust-glazed eyes, Shane thought as he looked into Chris’ grey eyes.
“Forget about it,” Chris whispered, totally dazed.
“‘Cause I loved your stalking, I love it when you drink with me, I loved your hand-job and I loved the phone sex.” Shane interspaced each pause with a kiss. “I was being a jerk and I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” Chris laughed softly. “You do have a lot of anger in here,” Chris placed a palm against Shane’s chest, “So you’re bound to snap once in a while. I won’t hold that against you. But damn, it hurt.” Chris finished in a whisper.
“Oh, Chris.” Shane moaned pitifully as he wrapped his arms around Chris’ waist and leaned his forehead against Chris’. “I knew what I was doing was wrong. I wanted to stop. But I couldn’t. I was so angry.”
“You sure were. Wonder why though. ‘Cause I had a reason to be angry. Not you.” Chris said quietly.
“I saw the look on your face when you stood up to leave the showroom.” Shane groaned. “You had condemned me in your mind already. I didn’t like it.”
“Dude, put yourself in my shoes.” Chris rasped.
“I didn’t like it.”
“You should have at least told me about Adele, Shane. I think I deserved that at least.”
“I know and I’m sorry but…” Shane shrugged, “I would have…eventually. Telling you I had a daughter…would that have made any difference?”
“Of course if I’d know you had a daughter I wouldn’t have been angry at you when I saw…”
“That’s not what I mean,” Shane whispered. “Would it have…put you off?”
“Do I look put off now?” Chris asked with a raised brow.
“I don’t know. You do want my forgiveness so…”
“So I would pretend to want your kisses, still be crazy about you, leave the office in the middle of a meeting just to come and see you, stand in a…”
“Rewind,” Shane said huskily.
“What?” Chris looked confused.
“I didn’t know you were crazy about me,” Shane whispered, sure he was going to be the first man to die of excessive inner thrill.
Chris studied Shane’s face as if he had suddenly grown an extra nose. Then with a shake of his head, he cupped Shane’s cheeks in his palms, and then looking intently into his eyes, whispered;
“Every single time I’m around you, it’s like I lose my shit,” Chris growled and leaned in to take Shane’s lips in a kiss so sweet Shane was left shaking. “You don’t need to be a genius to know I’m crazy about you.” Chris breathed.
“Please take no notice of it when I…snap and say shit like I did today,” Shane murmured. “I just…” Shane trailed off, not knowing exactly how to put what he was thinking into words.
“You are an angry person,” Chris murmured. “Your calm nature just overshadows and suppresses it. But it’s there. Ever considered talking to…”
“A shrink?” Shane finished with a humourless laugh. “Come on let’s go inside. Abigail prepared something for us to…”
“Shane…”
“Please, Chris,” Shane said quietly, pressing a quick kiss against Chris’ lips. “We’ll talk about it later.”
Chris didn’t want to push too much so he gave Shane a smile and accepted Shane’s offered hand. “Okay. But before we eat, can you please take me round?” Chris asked. “This afternoon, it dawned on me that I’ve never had a tour of this magnificent house.”
Shane laughed. “Of course.” He said and did exactly as Chris requested. He took Chris on a grand tour of his house.