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“Yeah.” Jesse set the box to the side and stood up, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

Evan gazed at Jesse’s wiry muscles stretching with each movement. “I love watching you strip.”

Jesse pushed his boxers down with his shorts, exposing his rapidly rising cock. “I should do a striptease for you one of these days.”

Evan chuckled. “You’re such a little exhibitionist.”

“And you love it.”

Jesse sat at the edge of the pool. He slipped his legs in the water and eased the rest of his body in. A shiver shook him from the shock of the cold water, but passed as Evan’s warm flesh pressed against him. Evan claimed his mouth, his lips wet and cool from the pool water, his tongue tasting of the chocolate he’d just eaten. Jesse sent a quiet moan from his mouth to Evan’s and wrapped his arms around his neck. Evan pushed him back against the pool wall and thrust his hips slowly against him.

Jesse broke the kiss with a soft sigh. As good as Evan’s cock felt behind the black nylon fabric of his swimming trunks, he knew it’d feel ten times better without the cloth in the way. He drifted his hands down Evan’s back and around to his hips, hooked his thumbs over the top of the trunks and pushed them down.

Evan kicked them off underwater and caught them on one foot, which he lifted to remove the trunks, and tossed them from the pool. He took a handful of Jesse’s hair behind his head and pulled his head back, kissing down the full length of his throat.

Jesse groaned and embraced Evan tighter around his neck. “Let’s worship each other for the rest of the night. Let’s make it last for hours.”

Evan briefly sucked on Jesse’s bottom lip. “That’s what I want, too. I feel like I won’t be able to get enough of you tonight.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you for the rest of my life,” Jesse said, and met Evan’s tongue as their lips closed together.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Jesse spun away from the mic to glance at the clock behind him. When he saw it was almost three o’clock, he stopped playing his sunburst Fender Stratocaster and pulled the black leather strap over his head, announcing, “I’m outta here.”

The music came to a jumbled halt.

“You couldn’t wait two minutes until we finished the song?” Kenny asked.

“Nope. Ev didn’t want me to take his birthday off, but he didn’t say anything about cutting out early. He should’ve left the house by now to pick up JJ, so that’ll give me plenty of time to get home and get things ready for him.”

“Awe, isn’t that sweet?” Trish scoffed.

Jesse turned to look at her. “At least it isn’t some girly excuse like cramps or something.”

Trish tapped a steady, annoyed beat with one drumstick. “Do I look like the kind of woman who whines about cramps?”

“No, you’re a manly strong girl.”

Trish’s drumstick whizzed by his head and crashed into the window between the live room and the control room.

“Damn, you may drum like a boy, but you still throw like a girl,” Jesse laughed.

Kenny set his new black Les Paul down on a stand. “What do you need to do to get ready for him?”

“I’m baking a cake.”

“You’re baking a cake?” Kenny snickered. “Since when do you cook? Maybe we should change our name from Conquest to Suzie and the Homemakers.”

Jesse shoved him before turning for the door. “Don’t forget I won’t be here tomorrow either.”

“Then I can leave my Advil at home,” Julian teased.

Jesse flipped him off and disappeared into the control room. He said a quick farewell to Jeremy and a silent thank you that Greg had left half an hour before for a teleconference at the Phoenix corporate offices. He headed out of the studios and across the street to the parking garage. His eyes fell on Tim walking toward the exit, causing his elevated mood to become tainted with irritation.

Tim veered directly into Jesse’s way. “And where do you think you’re going?”

Jesse kept marching forward. “Home.”