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  "Things are different now. He's different. Or at least he thinks he has to be. I just want to remind him who he is… and who's waiting for him."

  Rob frowned as he wiped away a spot of blood. "You think he needs reminding?"

  "Sometimes." Shane stretched his arms over his head and yawned widely. "I think we all need a little reminder of what we've got on occasion. If not… the gap might get too big to bridge."

  "Maybe you should show him what he's missing," Rob said with a shrug, moving the needle in small circular motions to create the right amount of shadow.

  "Maybe I will." Shane's voice was low and it sent a shiver down Rob's spine. The sound of the deepened timbre seemed to enfold him like a well-loved blanket, wrapping him in warmth and promise.

  Swallowing hard, Rob took his foot off the pedal and placed the tattoo machine onto the tray beside the table. He sprayed the tattoo with Dettol and cleaned it of the excess ink before liberally smearing on some Vaseline and working it into the design. Rob leaned back in his chair and surveyed his work, nodding. He was confident he had done the best job he could and now it was time to let Shane see what he was going to be carrying around on his body for the rest of his life.

  "Okay, mate. We're done," Rob said, letting out his breath on a long sigh. His shoulders ached from hunching over the table and he stretched languidly, clasping his hands and raising them over his head to elongate his muscles. "Go have a look."

  Shane climbed off the table, and Rob felt for him when the man winced a little as the tender skin objected to the movement. A tattoo that size was going to be sore for quite a while. He felt the fluttering of anxiety in his belly, just as he did every time he finished a tattoo, hoping Shane would like it, as he padded across the floor to the mirror.

  "You're killing me," Rob grumbled after what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. Tension knotted his stomach in a vice-like grip, as Shane stared at the finished tattoo in the mirror. He swallowed as Shane traced the reddened and swollen flesh, his expression unreadable. As Rob stepped up behind Shane, their gazes locked in the glass. "Say something," he hissed, anticipation tightening every muscle and sinew. Rob gasped as Shane turned on his heel and hauled Rob into his arms. He found himself pulled tightly against Shane's body, their hips fitting snugly together, the heat between them palpable.

  "It's perfect," Shane said softly, his fingers sliding into Rob's purple-tipped hair as he bent his head and closed the gap between their lips, crushing Rob to him.

  Raw, animalistic heat swept through Rob at the press of Shane's mouth on his. He could have no more stopped himself from opening up to the lick of Shane's tongue than he could have flown to the moon. Everything about the moment felt right. His arms curled around Shane's neck of their own volition and he cupped the back of the man's head in an attempt to get even closer to him, although that would have been physically impossible.

  Shane's kisses alternated between soft and sweet, hard and demanding, and so full of want and need that he stole the very breath from Rob's lungs. All Rob could do was hold on for dear life and feverishly return every kiss with as much fervour as possible. His hands roamed over the warm skin of Shane's back, loving the way the muscles bunched and moved beneath his touch. He shouldn't be doing this. Talk about unprofessional. But stopping was out of the question. For the last two and a half hours he'd held onto every iota of control he possessed. Now all he could hear were the words want-that-now sounded out by the beat of their racing hearts.

  In his haste, Rob's fingers gripped Shane's tattooed flank and the man let out a yelp of pain. "Shit, fuck… sorry," Rob said on a groan, guiding Shane backwards to the leather sofa where clients waited while their stencils were prepared. He all but ripped his T-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers down Shane's naked chest, scraping a blunt nail across already erect nipples. The sounds escaping Shane's throat shot straight to his cock as the man changed their positions with ease and straddled him. Rob whimpered softly when Shane brought their mouths back together.

  Rob swallowed Shane's moans, as his were swallowed in turn. Hands grasped and caressed as though they couldn't get close enough, as if they wanted to climb inside each other. Rob was swept away on a sea of sensation, unable to do anything but feel Shane's hands, Shane's lips… Shane.

  "So fucking hot," Shane murmured, trailing a path of biting kisses the length of Rob's torso. "I want to taste you. Can I taste you?" Rob nodded mutely, unable to give voice to the Hell, fucking yes! echoing around his head as he quickly kicked off the battered tennis shoes he wore. The mere thought of Shane putting his mouth on him hardened his cock impossibly further. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last if his orgasm was screaming at him before Shane had even touched him. Shane's fingers fumbled with his belt, yanking down the zip and tugging at the waistband of Rob's jeans.

  "Come on, baby," Shane urged. "Lift that gorgeous arse. I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue, lick your come from my lips, and have you inside me filling me up."

  "You're gonna kill me," Rob rasped, doing as he was bid and lifting his hips to enable Shane to rid him of his jeans and boxers. Pre-come leaked steadily from his slit at the look of unbridled need on Shane's face, and he gazed up at the other man as Shane stood and shucked out of his own trousers. Resisting the urge to laugh when Shane had to stop to take his boots off, Rob bit the inside of his cheek, itching to feel Shane's skin beneath his fingers. Jesus! He's fucking gorgeous! Rob let his gaze wander over Shane's naked body, taking in every curve, every ridge of muscle. He touched on the light dusting of hair on the man's chest, stopping to drink his fill of the proudly curving shaft jutting from neatly trimmed golden hair, before following the line of muscled thighs and calves. Rob swallowed hard at Shane's smile, wicked, full of heat and intention, his gaze unwavering from Rob's as he knelt on the sofa and bent to lick a stripe the length of his weeping cock.

  Rob's hips jolted, pressing his heated flesh closer to Shane's mouth, leaving the glisten of pre-come on soft, full lips. "Oh, God," he murmured when those lips closed over the head and slid down his shaft, encasing him in a warmth so exquisite he almost forgot how to breathe. Rob's fingers instinctively grasped onto the sandy strands of Shane's head, feeling the vibration of Shane's moans through his cock and into his very soul. When the man took him in to the root, Rob's cry echoed around the room. The sensitive head of his cock bumped against the back of Shane's throat and he felt the contraction of Shane's muscles swallowing around him on his flesh. Pleasure, pure and white-hot, pulsed through Rob's cock, sending sparks shooting along his nerve-endings, overloading his senses, lifting him high on the waves of ecstasy, bringing—

  He yelped when his orgasm was stilled in its tracks by the steadfast grip of Shane's fingers around the base of his shaft, even as the man's torturous tongue continued to tease into his slit. Keeping him teetering on the edge.

  "Shane," Rob whimpered, scrabbling at Shane's hand, needing to find release. "I gotta come… please." His brain melted when Shane lifted his head and gazed up at him with intent.

  "You ain't coming 'til I say you can."

  Rob groaned and closed his eyes, trying to think of something non-sexual to keep his orgasm at bay. A few deep breaths and a visual image of Liberace in the shower later, Rob opened his eyes. The sight of Shane fucking himself open on his own fingers while he was straddled above him sent his heart ricocheting into his mouth, and Rob bit his lip to stop the cry in his throat escaping. Reaching out, Rob curled his fingers around Shane's length and jacked him slowly with long, firm strokes until the man whimpered uncontrollably above him.

  "Yes… fuck… yes!" Shane's moans washed over Rob, sending shivers down his spine.

  As he gazed up at Shane, quickening his stroke, urging him on, Rob's cock wept pearls of pre-come onto his own stomach, the need for release shutting down the last of the coherent thoughts floating around what used to be his brain. "Now… need to be… inside you," he groa
ned, rolling his hips up into Shane's arse. "Come on."

  Rob breathed a sigh of relief when Shane leaned over the side of the sofa and scrabbled in the pocket of his jeans and straightened up with a condom in his hand. "Oh, thank fuck." Rob grinned, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips as Shane tore open the foil packet with his teeth. Delicious anticipation blossomed in Rob's belly while he watched Shane slowly remove the condom and roll it down his shaft. Hips jerking under Shane's teasing, Rob reached up to curl his fingers around the back of Shane's neck and pulled him sharply down to bring their mouths together, tongues duelling for dominance.

  As they kissed hungrily, Rob slid his hands down Shane's back and gently eased his arse cheeks apart. Sliding one hand around Shane's lean hip, Rob's fingers joined Shane's as they guided the mushroom-ridged head of his cock to Shane's loosened hole. Rob cried out when Shane pushed himself up and rested his palms on Rob's leanly muscled chest, the head of his cock slipping past the rim and into the tight, dark heat beyond.

  "Holy shit," Shane groaned. "Deeper, Rob… please."

  Before he had a chance to answer Shane's need, the man swivelled his hips and sank onto Rob's cock, taking him in all the way, his balls brushing tantalisingly against Shane's arse. It took all of Rob's control not to come there and then, pulled into the wet warmth that surrounded him.

  "I'm gonna ride you hard," Shane whispered, grinding his hips into Rob's.

  Eyes rolling back in his head at the movement, Rob gripped Shane's thighs and practically whined his impatience. The smile Shane shot him was filled with wicked intent, pure and simple, and Rob couldn't help but grin back as Shane lifted himself on his knees and began to do exactly what he'd said—ride him hard. The intensity of the sensations flooding his body were almost too much and all Rob could do was hang on for dear life as he lost himself within the gorgeous man above him.

  Their mingling cries echoed around the shop as they rode the waves together. Harder, and faster until Rob was meeting Shane thrust for thrust. He was so close he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but he didn't want to lose it before Shane. Curling his fingers around Shane's blood-red cock, he pumped the rock-hard flesh in time with Shane's downward thrusts, revelling in the sounds coming from Shane's lips. "Come on… do it… come over me… let it go, Shane."

  "God… Rob… Rob… I'm coming!"

  Rob cried out when Shane's arse tightened around him, pulling his orgasm from him at the same time as Shane's cock pumped hot white streams over Rob's stomach and chest. His cock slipped deliciously in the warmth of his own seed as Shane continued to bounce down on his cock and up into his fist, milking them both until he finally collapsed. Rob languidly slid his arms around Shane's shoulders, holding him close, uncaring of the sticky mess between them as Shane's breath on his neck sent shivers over his sensitised skin.

  Rob wasn't sure how long they'd lain in each other's arms, content and sated until he was jolted out of his orgasmic stupor by Shane reaching across him for his boxers. Rob frowned and raised himself on his elbows. "What are you doing?"

  Shane pulled on his underwear and then shoved his feet into his jeans, glancing over his shoulder to toss Rob a satisfied smile. "I've got to get home. I've kept you long enough already."

  "You're leaving?" Rob was confused. What the hell? "But we just… seriously? You're just gonna go?" He stared up at Shane in disbelief as the man pushed his arms into his shirt and jumper without separating them. "Don't you think we should talk?"

  Shane sat down beside Rob to lace up his boots and then bent down to kiss the frown in the middle of Rob's forehead. "Why?" Shane said softly, capturing Rob's mouth with his. "I think you've been thoroughly reminded and, if you draw fast, I'll remind you again when you get home."

  "I'm sorry I've been such a wanker. I do love you," Rob said, grasping Shane's fingers and kissing his knuckles, chuckling at Shane's response.

  "I know."

  The bell jangled as Shane left the shop, shutting and locking the door behind him with his own set of keys, and Rob spent a few languid moments grinning up at the ceiling like a loon. He didn't have to think about his next decision for long before sitting up and reaching for his own clothes. Hastily pulling them on, he shook his head, the smile firmly fixed. Shane was right; the shop had changed him. Made him try and create the tattooist his clients were expecting to see when they walked in. He'd lost himself a little on the way. Okay, maybe Shane could have just talked to him about how he was feeling, but maybe he'd needed the dramatic gesture to get through his thick skull. Luckily Shane had never had the pleasure of Rainbow's company, or his plan would have crashed and burned in an instant. Rob had had no idea what Shane was doing when Rainbow had handed him the photograph of the man Rob used to be. The look on his boyfriend's face when he held his hand out to Rob and introduced himself had, however, been clear. Play along.

  Heading out the back, Rob flicked off the lights and set the alarm by the back door before locking up. As he slid behind the wheel of his Land Rover, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the rear-view mirror and grimaced. He grabbed a baby wipe from the glove box and scrubbed at his face until every trace of guy-liner, mascara, and lip stain had been removed, leaving a strange caricature on the moist cotton. Satisfied with his work and making plans to visit the nearest hairdresser in the morning to rid him of the black and the stupid purple tips, he gunned the engine and put it into reverse.

  If he hurried, he could beat Shane home, and then spend all night doing a little reminding of his own.

  The End

  About the Author

  I live in a small seaside town which boasts the longest pier in the world—not that that has anything to do with what I write, I just like my claim to fame. I write M/M erotic romance—heavy on the romance, because who doesn't need a little love in their life and life in their men?

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  Also by Lisa Worrall:

  Available from Silver Publishing:

  A Nanny for Nate

  Forever Dusk

  Thirst

  Laurel Heights

  Mr Popsalos

  "Dreaming of You" in Chasing the Dream

  "The Day the Earth Actually Moved" in Silver Shorts 2012, Week 15

  Going Under

  "By Design" in Hearts of England

  THE MASQUERADE TRILOGY

  The Layered Mask, by Sue Brown

  The Slave's Mask, by Patricia Logan

  Behind the Mask, by Lisa Worrall

  The Masquerade Trilogy (Print)

  Available from Dreamspinner Press

  Running from the Past

  Halfway House

  Unshakeable Faith

  Bank Job

  No Strings Attached

  "The US Male" in Uniform Appeal

  Available from JMS Books

  "Reunion" in British Flash

  "Frozen Angel" in Tea and Crumpet

  Available from Rebel Ink Press

  Too Much Christmas Spirit

  Available from Hot Corner Press

  Continental Divide with LE Harner

  Independently Published by Lisa Worrall

  Always Hope

  Is Love Still Enough?

  Summer Heat (coming soon)

  Free Reads Available

  "Just One Kiss" in Don't Read in the Closet: Volume One

  Reviews for A NANNY FOR NATE say:

  "This was a nice heartwarming romance tale between the two men but the added scenarios with Nate made the story enjoyable. Worrall has a sensuous writing style that I have come to appreciate and savor. This is a definite must-read for all lovers of romance, tender and erotic."

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  "A Nanny for Nate is a sweet story made more complex by the range of emotions that Parker feels, being torn between remaining faithful to his husband's memory and the love they shared, while sorting through his attraction and burgeoning feelings for Jake. Parker struggles with the very difficult challenge of coming to terms with the fact that moving his life forward doesn't mean he's leaving his love and memories of Darren behind. Rather, it means he's incorporating them into a new start, a life where the past and the present have a very real place in the future.

  I'd have loved if I could've spent more time with Parker and Jake as their feelings for each other evolved, but that doesn't mean I didn't believe in the love they ultimately felt. If you love a good romantic drama with a ton of heart, I think you'll love this story."

  —Top2Bottom Reviews

  Reviews for FOREVER DUSK say:

  "This is a TERRIFIC short story, and has all the elements I look for in a well written work of any length. Interesting characters, hot sex, chemistry, and fun and unexpected plot elements. Ms. Worrall has a nice touch in everything she writes, and she delivers here in this surprising and effective short work for Halloween."

  —A Bear on Books

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  "Lisa Worrall has written a hot and sexy story with a twist and a message at the end, where Jonah and Sebastian discover that like does indeed attract like, and there really is someone for everyone in a life that has, up until that moment, been bereft of a sympathetic soul. Fighting an attraction that compels you to run with your base needs and physical instincts doesn't make sense, especially when the one man Jonah wants is the one man who can make his body sing with a feral hunger.