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Jack continued to stare at him in silence, then abruptly shifted gears. “Do you want the job?”

He wasn’t going to tell himwhy.Nicky sighed. “I need the job.”

“But you’d rather have a different boss.”

“That goes without saying.” Butdidit? His cock argued the matter.

“Well, you’re out of luck. But then…” He sat forward and picked up the pencil again. “… you’re not supposed to like your boss. That’s…” He flicked his fingers. “… unnatural.”

Nicky held his stare; Jack had labeled himunnaturalmany times in the past. The man before him contradicted the old Jack and Nicky didn’t know what to do with that.

Dropping the pencil, Jack looked at him seriously. “There is one more thing before I officially hand you the job.”

Nicky went on alert; a stipulation? Was he going to take it all back and reveal he’d just been fucking with him after all?Oh God, please just fuck me instead.Nicky flinched at the sudden raw thought—what the fuck was wrong with him? This guy had treated him like shit the entire time he’d dated Evan. Why the hell did he still want tofuck him?Why the fuck had heeverwanted to?

Jack stared at him. Well, not so much at hisfaceas Jack’s eyes drifted down his body to Nicky’s crotch, lingered briefly, and then finally crawled up to his face.

What the fuck…?

Nicky cleared his throat. “What is that?” he asked in response to Jack’s former statement. His confusion heightened when Jack rose from the chair and Nicky spied the massive bulge in the man’s pants.

Jack moved around to the front of the desk and leaned on the edge. All pretenses were dropped, and blatantlustmapped his face and burned in his eyes.

What is happening here? Jack isn’t gay—he’s a fucking homophobe, even toward Evan.

“I had to endure countless hours listening to Evan recount what a little cold-heartbitchyou were.” Jack rubbed his mouthand openly ogled Nicky’s aroused body. “Really cut into mymetime.”

The old Jack peeked through; what was his game? Nicky couldn’t think clearly as Jack’s smoldering eyes pumped more blood to Nicky’s cock and away from his brain. Jack was trying to play him… somehow… but Nicky was in no shape to counter his attack… whatever that attack may be.

Swallowing hard, Nicky struggled for decorum. “So, that was all a show? You’re not going to hire me, are you?” Did he honestly believe this wasstillabout the job?Really?

You don’t have any blood in your brain, do you?He chided himself.

“Of course, I am,” Jack replied. “I just need a little… compensation for my time and suffering having to deal with yours and Evan’s shit.”

Nicky frowned uneasily. “Compensation? What do you mean?”

“Well…” Jack shifted against the desk and his cock swelled right before Nicky’s eyes.

Was it some kind of a turn-on for him to play with Nicky? One thing Nicky knew for sure—the man wasn’t getting hard forsexualreasons. Jack Rydal would cut his own dick off before he stuffed it in another man’s ass, Nicky was certain of that.

“Before you and Evan broke up, he used toregaleme with all the nasty little things you did to him.”

Nicky’s eyes widened. “He what?” Why would Evan tell his fag-hating brother about theirfag sex?That made no sense. Jack had been in denial about his brother even being gay.

He was gay as shit long before he hooked up with you.

So, he admitted it now—but he didn’t back then.

“Shocked that he shared?” Jack chuckled, wholly amused.

“Yeah,” Nicky mumbled, watching him warily. Jack hadhimwhollyconfused.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I was quite impressed.” He breathed deeply and released it slowly. “In fact, made me kind of horny. Gave me some pretty steamy dreams about you.”

He was lying—he had to be.

“What kind of game are you playing?” Nicky asked with suspicion. “You neverdreamedabout me—unless you were dreaming about kicking my ass.”

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