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And with Quincy doing this, breaking the law, they were even more stuck.

Quincy must have felt it, too, because he didn't look away. Not even when Lane leaned toward him. He didn't go the whole way, stopping about a foot from him, hoping he would close that last distance himself. When he did, everything in Lane quivered. Quincy stopped, his breath brushing over Lane's mouth.

"This is a really stupid idea," he whispered before his mouth slanted over Lane's.

And damn. Justdamn.

Lane melted into the man in a way he would have found humiliating if Quincy hadn't grabbed his arm to tug him closer, then slid that big hand up to the back of Lane's neck. Quincy was just as shaken by the kiss. He held him there for his mouth, stroking his tongue over his bottom lip until Lane opened for him. He couldn't stop his groan or his hand from coming up to finally touch all that soft looking hair. He threaded his fingers into it, loving the length because he could grab onto it or stroke it, or maybe even bury his face in it. It was as silky as it looked. And his mouth.

Again,damn.

It was warm and fit his so perfectly and he tasted of chocolate and peppermint. He'd been sucking on the candy they'd gotten at the restaurant as they were leaving. Lane had handed his over as well. It tasted so good mixed with his personal flavor, Lane wanted more. He opened wider and Quincy followed, sliding his lips over Lane's.

He could hardly breathe. He didn'twantto breathe. He just wanted to go on kissing this man forever because everything in him was softening and melding into that bigger, harder frame.

Well…not everything. His dick was hard as a rock.

He even liked the harsh stubble scraping his face.

Lane ran his hand down Quincy's shoulder and arm, tightening his fingers around one of the biceps he'd admired the night before. His mind supplied him with remembered images of the man's chest with its intriguing pattern of hair. He twined his tongue with Quincy's and swallowed the vibrating groan he released into his mouth.

Quincy suddenly pulled back, panting, his eyes wide in the darkness of the cab. "Holy shit, Lane."

"Yeah," was all he could get out between his own harsh breaths. "Wow."

Quincy just nodded and leaned his head on the headrest again, his eyes still locked on Lane. He didn't blame him because he couldn't look away either. There had been something kind of profound in that kiss. Hot yes, but it held something Lane didn't get at all. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he didn't get a chance because Quincy came back for more.

This time, he thrust into Lane's mouth like Lane imagined he might do in his body. He pictured this man over him, bigger and confident, his silky hair hanging down, body moving on and inside Lane's and he gasped into his mouth because the image was so erotic, it scrambled his mind. Quincy cupped his neck, his thumbs rubbing over Lane's jaw as he deepened the kiss.

Lane could only grab him and hold on. He dug his fingers into those hard biceps. The kiss went on and on until he had to pull away to suck air into his lungs. But he didn't let go because he planned to dive back in. Fuck the stolen collectibles.

The thought of those gave him a moment of clarity. They were being stupid because they could be spotted. Of course, there could be other repercussions from someone catching two men making out, but he was fast and he had a feeling Quincy could hold his own in any kind of fight.

Fuck, he was back to remembering that body, but enough was enough. He put his hand on Quincy's chest. "This is so not the best time or place."

Quincy didn't answer at first, his gaze locked on Lane's mouth, the lust clouding his eyes hot as hell.

This time, the shudder that wracked his body made his dick start to ache. He needed to shake this off and keep his attention on the job or they'd end up in trouble. "Wait here while I disable the security. Once I wave you through, you'll have to go fast. I'm pretty sure I can stop anything they have, but it'll be better if we move as quickly as possible. I'm not liking that there’s an apartment project so close by. This wouldn't be a place I'd ever break into under normal circumstances."

"Normal circumstances?"

"Well, the normal Mr. Letsen gave me." He pressed a fast kiss to Quincy's lips, loving the startled response he got. "I'll be right back." He stepped out of the truck and ran.

Chapter Seven

Quincy watched the kid hurry to the building, his slight form fast and agile. And unbelievably alluring. He was glad for the moments alone because his fucking mind was blown. He pressed a hand to his aching cock, worried just the one touch would make him cream his jeans. Lane was, hands down, the hottest man he'd ever kissed. Touching him was like crawling into a live volcano. He wanted his tongue and his dick in the man. For long, long periods of time.

He'd actually been ridiculously close to pressing him down into the seat and rubbing off on him and Quincy couldn't remember the last time he'd been that excited.

He took several deep breaths and worked to bring his body under control. He’d been attracted to Lane from the start, but this was something entirely different. Desiring someone wasn’t new, but the heat they generated? He felt like he’d stepped into the complete unknown, and that left him off kilter.

When Lane came running back to the car sooner than he expected, he frowned, something new churning in his gut.

Lane opened the door and leaned in. "Someone beat us here and because it’s after hours, it has to be Hayrick’s men. Wanna park the car in that apartment project and go in on foot to see?"

Quincy stared at the storage units, his kneejerk reaction being ahell nowhile he carted Lane off to safety. But he knew the kid wouldn’t appreciate being coddled—and he really didn’t deserve to be either. Still, this was a rotten idea.

But they couldn’t give up now. Quincy waved him into the car, drove into the apartment project, and parked, glad he had his gun.

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