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that bashful smile. “He designs, and I make sure our spinners make it to his specifications, yes, I’ll say that much.”

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    “Show him the new cloth for the men’s summer suits!” Nicky demanded, at which Maia turned around and picked up a roll of slightly shiny, expensive looking linen. She unrolled it and draped the fabric so everyone got a good look at how it picked up the bright lights of the studio. “The first suit I’ll make from it will be for you, Jonas,” Nicky said quietly, as if it was only meant to be heard by the four of them. To Jonas’s surprise it was accompanied by a rather intimate touch of Nicky’s hands moving from the small of his back toward his ass and resting there possessively. “Let’s get you into the mock-up so I can make sure it fits perfectly!” Nicky’s enthusiasm was catching, and Jonas couldn’t help thinking back to the first time he’d been to the atelier and the difference in attitude Nicky displayed today. He let himself be led to the front where the fitting rooms were and once behind the curtain of the largest one, found himself being accosted by Nicky, whose hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once.
    “Fuck, I missed you,” Nicky exclaimed, clearly not worried about the fact that only a thin layer of muslin separated them from thirty-some seamstresses, beaders and fabric cutters. Nicky slid down until he was on his knees, and before Jonas could say anything, Nicky had undone the fastenings on his trousers and was taking out his already semi-hard cock.
    “Need to taste you,” Nicky demanded, and Jonas was grateful that the young man was toning down his voice. The fact that Nicky was also moaning around his erection made him grow hard so fast, his head was spinning. He barely allowed himself to look down at how Nicky was licking and sucking on his cock as if it were a jug of water and Nicky had just walked in from the desert. “Man, I missed your cock,” Nicky moaned lustfully after raising himself and pushing his clearly aroused body against Jonas’s. “Can’t wait for you to fuck me. Will you fuck me, Jonas?” Jonas cocked his head and tugged at his ear. “Don’t you think it will be a bit weird for them to hear their boss being fucked against the mirror?
    “Nobody’s making them stay. They won’t lose their jobs if they go outside for a break,” Nicky answered cockily.

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    “What I mean is, wouldn’t it suit a boss more to be the one doing the fucking?”
    This time it was Nicky’s turn to angle his head. “You mean, me top, you bottom?” Jonas could see the idea racing through Nicky’s head. “But I’ve never topped!”
    “You fuck Tanna in the ass—” Jonas tried, speaking a lot more quietly than Nicky.
    “But that’s different, that’s—”
    “An ass is an ass, trust me on that one. You fuck her because she likes it, and you don’t even like women. At least you like men, so fucking a man’s ass should be easier.” Nicky pushed his body closer to Jonas’s and rubbed his confined arousal against Jonas’s still exposed erection. “And you like it too, don’t you?” Nicky asked cheekily.
    “You know I do. I told you that I bottom more than I top anyway.”
    “Okay,” Nicky answered, still a little hesitantly and not entirely sure of himself. “What do I do?” Jonas chuckled. “Do something that makes you nice and hard.
    It’s always easier with a strong erection.”
    “I think I’m nice and hard already, just from sucking you.”
    “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?” Jonas teased, running his hand down Nicky’s stomach and past the band of his trousers. “I think you’re right, but we need to free this little bird before it hurts itself.” Jonas unzipped Nicky’s pants and released the designer’s bouncing erection; then he started undoing his shirt and red, lopsided cravat so he could reach the young man’s enticing and very sensitive chocolate nipples. After lavishing them with attention and a little bit of teeth, he raised himself again and looked at Nicky. “I think you’re about ready. Me, on the other hand….”
    “Take your clothes off,” Nicky ordered, stepping back a bit and slowly touching himself. “I want to see you.” Façade
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    Jonas, not ashamed to expose himself, took his time taking off his jacket and tie, then his shirt and trousers, socks and underwear, all the while very aware he was being intensely scrutinized by Nicky. The