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clamped down hard on Ethan so he couldn’t move.
“Why are we like this together?” There was a kind of wonder in Ethan’s voice.
Bram cleared his throat. “I’ll let you go.”
“I don’t want to be let go. But I need you to help me. You know that.”
“Doug,” began Bram, but didn’t know what to say beyond that. Doug was in charge, not him. “Doug is going to kill me.”
“ No .” Bram didn’t believe it, and wouldn’t allow it.
“Like Gabriel.”
“Doug despised Gabriel. They’re not at all alike.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
“You haven’t been hurt,” Bram pointed out.
“Not physically, but this containment is hurting me. I need out , Bram . ”
“Even if I let you out of here, you wouldn’t escape. We’re at the pack headquarters.” Ethan’s entire body stiffened. “Oh God. Not here again.”
“It’s not like last time,” Bram insisted.
“No. Because last time someone helped me get away.”
Despite himself, Bram stroked Ethan’s face. A kind of silent promise because Bram couldn’t say
anything. While he hoped his loop of tape was still running, there was always the awful possibility that
Doug had returned and was listening.
“Oh,” said Ethan, voice toneless. “I really thought you might help me. I thought I could be more
persuasive than this. Out of practice. Out of practice with a lot of things.”
“Patience,” Bram mouthed, subvocally, and Ethan jerked his head around, trying to make eye contact. “The camera has sound?”
Bram let his eyelids fall in assent.
Ethan fought to turn full around to face Bram, fear in his expression, in his scent. “Doug has made it
clear he will punish me.” His voice rose. “Doug—”
Bram cut him off with a kiss. Not very elegant, not like how Ethan had kissed him earlier, it seemed
almost a fight, a clash of mouths, and Bram angled his body away to prevent Ethan from leaning into him. But Ethan had to shut up.
Breaking the kiss, Bram met Ethan’s gaze and mouthed, “I’ll take care of it.”
“By fucking him.”
“Enough.” Bram glared. He should get out of here, but Ethan looked a little crazy with fear. Suddenly
the cat turned away, sliding his sweats down as he settled back against Bram again.
Bram watched as Ethan brought his right hand down to his own hard cock to jerk himself off, and
Bram’s dick turned to steel.
“Hold me while I get this out of my system,” murmured Ethan and Bram slung an arm across Ethan’s
ribs and held fast. “I need this. God knows I need something.”
Ethan’s dick was weeping pre-come and he began to pump himself.
Bram couldn’t speak, he just breathed Ethan in and nuzzled the cat’s neck and didn’t let him go. He’d
never held on to someone while they jerked off. In fact, doing so had never occurred to him though his skin
suddenly felt electric.
The fear of getting caught is half the fun.

Catch Me If You Can
© 2010 LB Gregg
    Romano and Albright, Book 1
Lowly art gallery assistant Caesar Romano is freely out of the closet. Now he’d just like to get out of his Nana’s guest room. Everything—his reputation and his financial freedom—is riding on the success of tonight’s gallery opening. If only he could shake free of the past so easily.
A mysterious gatecrasher, Dan Green, looks like a promising addition to his pending new life—until Caesar’s ex shows up and suddenly the opening disintegrates into a half-naked dance melee. When the glitter settles, a missing sculpture of Justin Timberlake has Caesar up to his eyebrows in extortion, intrigue and a wild sexual adventure underneath, inside, and on top of a variety of furnishings.
As the cast of suspects piles up, so do the questions. Like who’s really blackmailing whom? And what does a stolen paint-by-numbers clown matter when Dan is so outrageously capable of blowing Caesar’s resistance to smithereens?
Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, lies, intrigue, clowns, kleptomania, anal sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, bad driving, good cooking, and the missing head of a Justin Timberlake statue. Not for the sour of disposition.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Catch Me If You Can:
“Hey. Take a look at this.”
Dan was in the second bedroom, a guestroom as beautiful as the rest of the place. A four-poster kingsized bed took up most of the room.
    “What?” I grouched.
The front door rattled and, horrified, I grabbed Dan by the jacket. “I knew this would happen.” I dragged him toward the closet,