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shower!”

    THEY’D all enjoyed a quick shower at the penthouse, and then Nicky told Clay he had Jonas booked for the rest of the week and that he was welcome to the room they were in.

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    The second penthouse of the hotel had a separate lift, so they needed to travel down to the ground floor and then take the other lift up again.
    Nicky wrapped his arms around Jonas from behind and pulled him closer. “Thank you,” he said softly.
    Jonas smiled and shrugged.
    “I’m serious,” Nicky continued. “But will you let me make you mine again?”
    “I’ve always been yours, Nicky,” Jonas answered gently.
    “Ever since that first time I met you, I’ve been yours.” Nicky gently kissed his neck. “I want to make love to you, just you and me and to hell with the rest of the world.” Jonas leaned back into Nicky’s arms. “It’s always just you and me. Even in there with Clay. And I think he noticed, too. He let us go way too easily.”
    They made their way over to the penthouse door and entered, giggling like teenagers because they refused to let go of each other.
    It was three in the morning by then, which would make it seven in the morning in Paris, and they were both exhausted.
    “At least sleep in my arms?” Nicky asked.
    Jonas nodded. It was his favorite way to sleep anyway.

    JONAS woke up a few hours later. Nicky was behind him and clearly awake. Or at least parts of him were.
    “I thought I’d never get you to wake up,” a more than slightly amused voice whispered in his ear. “I figured we’d worn you out last night.”
    Jonas shook his head. “Well, we clearly didn’t wear you out.
    Aren’t you sore?”

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    “A little,” Nicky admitted. “Probably too sore to bottom, yes.
    But we can do other things.” He was leisurely stroking Jonas’s downy chest hair.
    “Like what?” Jonas teased, although he knew all too well what Nicky was getting at.
    “Pass me the lube and I’ll show you,” Nicky answered. “I’ll make you mine again, and it’ll be just you and me and no latex separating us. That’s what it means to me, Jonas, that when it’s just the two of us, we don’t need the condoms. We know that with other people we take precautions, so that together we don’t have to.” Jonas leaned back in an attempt to get even closer to Nicky and then slowly felt the blunt head of Nicky’s slicked up erection nudge his entrance until it slipped in almost without effort. They made love for what seemed like minutes, but was in reality several hours.
    Jonas knew that no matter what happened, he’d never get enough of this incredible young man. And all because he’d managed to pierce his armor, see behind the façade to reveal the real Nicky.

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    NICKY languidly stretched himself on the incredibly comfortable four poster bed. He was slightly sore in the best possible way, but then again, this island always brought out the best in his lover. A warm breeze wafted across his naked body, and he pulled the white satin sheet over his shoulder, more for comfort than because he was cold.
    Eventually he got up, pulling on loose fitting cotton Bermuda shorts and stepping into his flip-flops. Hands in pockets, he strolled across the living room toward Ally and Scott’s part of the house. He slowed without stopping to disturb the perfect alignment of the balls on the pool table and then resumed his lazy stroll toward the balcony with the best view.
    They had rented the most secluded part of the private island and had requested minimal staff. This meant that four or five people would come by boat to the small jetty around five every afternoon to drop off food and do only the most basic maintenance. An hour later they would all be gone, beds made, bathrooms and kitchens cleaned, and the guests would be left to their own devices. Which was just as well, since the four of them had christened a lot more than their respective bedrooms, and they hadn’t restricted themselves to the house either.
    Nicky walked onto the deck and saw Ally sitting on the balustrade. She was wearing a white caftan and drinking orange juice. Her eyes lit up as she noticed him, and she pressed her index 222
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    finger to her lips, making Nicky approach her with a questioning look on his face.
    The view from the balcony where they always shared breakfast was spectacular. Azure blue water and white beaches, trees and shrubs, uninhabited islands in the distance, but that was