Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He and Jericho had carried Suri from the floor to the bed hours ago. He’d left the gas logs burning to chase away the night’s chill, and the walls danced with flickering firelight. With his suite perched at the highest point of the club, he usually had more trouble keeping it cool than warm. He preferred the warmth of a fire to the hum of a central heater anyway. He was sore, pleasantly so. It had been years since he’d allowed a lover to take him like Jericho and Suri had. But even in the past, he’d never wanted it as much as he’d wanted them. Stretching, he realized there was only one warm body in bed with him. When they’d drifted off hours before, Suri had been snuggled in the middle. Now Jericho slept on his back with one leg flung over Dante’s body, his breathing steady. Dante didn’t know whether or not he always slept this soundly. He suspected Jericho only let his guard down enough to slip into a deep sleep when he felt secure. Most of the club clientele and staff thought Dante lived off the property on some kind of estate.
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