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We started our tour around the gallery. Cam remained close to me—so close in fact that it was bordering on an inappropriate public display of intimacy, but I liked it. His gaze found mine every time I turned to him and he brushed my arm from time to time.
“Aren’t you worried that people around us might consider this a bit too much?” I asked him when he tangled his fingers with mine. Frowning, he looked down at our hands, then he brought them up to eye level. “What, this?”
He grinned. “Well, I’m not sure, but to be honest, I think that people who consider that art, won’t freak out at the sight of two guys holding hands.” He’d jerked his head in the direction of an eight foot tall statue that occupied the entire corner of the room.
“Eh? Why’s that?” I asked.
“Haven’t you seen it before?”
“Nn-nn. Last time I was here, they had a glass elephant in that place.”
“Well then, let’s take a look.” He didn’t let go of my hand. I understood what he meant the second I saw the front of the statue. It was mostly human in shape, but the proportions were ridiculous.
“What is this?” I asked, still not trusting my eyes.
“Whatever it is—it’s male,” Cam deadpanned. We stared at each other for a second, then we burst out laughing.
“He looks like he’s in danger of overbalancing, don’t you think?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
“That’s what I thought the first time I saw it. Like it?”
“Like?” I looked some more. “Not sure. I wouldn’t even know where to put it, to be honest.”
Cam’s smile became mischievous. “Wouldn’t you? Want me to give you some clues later at home?”
The sparkle in his eyes made my cock twitch in response. “I just meant, um, because it’s big.” Great. I stammered like a teenager—and couldn’t come up with a proper sentence.
Cam leaned in. “I know. And I meant because you’re big.” His husky murmur made me shiver and the gentle squeeze of his fingers turned my legs to rubber. Petrified, I looked at him. I half expected him to kiss me right there, and I probably would have let it happen, but he tugged at my hand, lifting the spell he’d cast over me a little.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been the centre of so much male attention and I began to understand why Cyn enjoyed his company so much. Cam was the perfect date and he was a tease indeed. By the end of the evening, he’d turned me into a sexually charged mess. I needed release. Fast. I almost shouted with relief when he suggested we go back to my flat for the fuck I was going to get.
I grabbed him the minute we were through the door.
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