The sound of his phone going off jerked Daniel upright, but it hadn’t woken him. He’d been awake for a while, alternating between staring at Stavros sleep, and glaring up at the ceiling.

He scrambled off the bed, racing into the living area of the large penthouse. His clothes were strewn across a chair and he searched through his pants pockets in the dark room until he found his phone.

He blew out a breath when he saw the caller’s identity. “Toro.”

“A meeting has been set up.”

“Tell me.” He pulled on his pants then shrugged into the shirt as he walked over to the window.

“Felipe called a meeting with Perez,” Toro said.

“Where and when?” He fumbled with the buttons on the shirt then rolled his eyes at himself when he realized he’d taken Stavros’ by mistake.

“Day after tomorrow.” When Toro named the location, Daniel grunted.

The two gangs could massacre each other, or they’d finally realize a third party was playing them against each other. Daniel didn’t care either way.

“What do you want to do?” Toro asked.

“Nothing. Let’s see how it all plays out.”

Toro went silent.

“Toro.”

“Where are you?”

“I am with Stavros.” He pressed a palm to the cool glass, eyeing his reflection. “We will talk when we see each other.”

“You can’t trust him, tío.” Toro’s confused anger stoked the betrayal curdling in Daniel’s belly. “He has no loyalties.”

“I’ll handle it.” Except he didn’t know if that was still true where Stavros was concerned.

Toro snorted and hung up in his ear.

Daniel sighed. All of this was new territory. But he wanted the Greek, and he had to live with that. He had to find a way to reconcile what he’d done with Stavros tonight with what Stavros had done.

How did he do that?

He stared down at the phone still in his hand. He should be gone, but somehow he was still in this place, smelling Stavros on his skin and on the shirt he hadn’t even bothered to button. He’d had sex with the man asleep in the next room.

Hot and hard and so many degrees of good, but he’d been in it with his eyes wide open. He’d known what he was doing, with whom, and he wanted more of it.

A door opened behind him. He tensed, but didn’t turn around, and soon a hand slid up his back.

“You’re still here.” Stavros’ voice was scratchy with sleep. Alluring.

“I am.”

“Hmm.” Lips at Daniel’s nape, Stavros hummed. “And you’re wearing my shirt.”

The corners of Daniel’s mouth curved. “Do you mind?”

Arms circled his waist and Stavros’ head dropped to rest against Daniel’s back. “I do, but only because I want to touch your skin.”

Daniel caught both of Stavros’ hands and guided them to each side of the unbuttoned shirt. “Take it off.”

Stavros did and the shirt floated away, settling at their feet with a faint rustle. Lips brushed Daniel’s back. He had a tattoo there, one single piece that took up much of his entire back.

A tattoo of Petra floating in the clouds, her hair blowing in the wind, her signature wicked smile curving her lips. A twinkle in her eye.

The light from only one lamp over in the corner glowed, leaving the suite in shadows. So maybe Stavros didn’t see the details of the ink on Daniel’s back. Maybe he didn’t see it as he placed kisses along Daniels’ shoulder then down his spine.

Daniel bowed his head with a groan, clutching both of Stavros’ hands to his belly. The last time somebody’s hands on him felt this right had been the night of his first date with Petra and she’d slid her hand in his as they walked to his car.

He twisted around, and caught Stavros by the nape, pulling him against his chest. “Hola.”

He was gorgeous, this man Daniel had hated and tortured. When he smiled, when his eyes glittered and his lips curved. When his cheeks got those dimples, and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Hola.”

They stared at each other, Stavros’ arms still around Daniel’s waist. His hand on Stavros’ nape, thumb stroking him absently.

“This is crazy, you know that right?”

Daniel nodded. “I know.” He took a deep breath and put his forehead to Stavros’. “I have to go.”

The Greek tensed slightly. “Is this you running from me?”

“Yes.” Daniel gave him the truth, rubbing his nose over Stavros’. “But I’ll always end up back here, next to you.”

“Do you want to be here?” Stavros asked against his lips. “I could chase you, hunt you down, but I don’t do that ‘for sport’ shit.” He touched Daniel’s chin. “I’m not the catch and release type.”

Daniel grinned and under his touch, Stavros’ pulse answered. Speeding up. “I want to be here.” He brushed his lips over Stavros’. “You should know that by now,” he murmured.

The other man exhaled, his hot breath lashing Daniel’s lips, tickling him. He was solid, hot and warm, and holding him like this, holding him in his arms, Daniel didn’t want to go anywhere. He calmed in Stavros’ presence. He lived.

Lips pressed together, he moved over Stavros’, tongue flicking over him until he opened. Then Daniel pushed in, sinking deep with a groan.

Dios.

Stavros clutched him, fingers gripping tight, urging Daniel on. So he deepened the kiss, picked up the speed, and soon they were devouring each other. Tongues twisting, teeth clicking as they fought for the upper hand. It didn’t matter who had it.

This sensation in Daniel’s belly, like he was falling.

The taste of Stavros, as dark and dangerous as the man rubbing against Daniel.

He liked it, wanted more, and always. He held Stavros tighter, pulling him flush against him as he went all in, cupping his jaw, shoving his tongue deeper.

Eyes closed, Daniel moaned when Stavros dropped a hand between them and rubbed his crotch. He pulled away with a low hiss, eyelids lowered to find Stavros watching him.

It was more than crazy. More than anything they could name, but it didn’t matter. It was happening. Daniel wanted it to happen. When Stavros licked his lips, Daniel touched him there then pushed his fingers into Stavros’ mouth.

He’d never touched another man like this before. But he knew what he wanted, knew what he liked, and he was going with the flow that swept him off his feet whenever he got in the same room with Stavros.

“Daniel.” This side of Stavros he hadn’t witnessed while watching him from the shadows. The softness in his eyes. The vulnerability on his face, and the need that poured off him in thick, hot waves, tightening Daniel’s groin. “Kiss me.”

Daniel slammed their mouths together, plundering, biting, licking, sucking on Stavros’ tongue. Hands roaming Stavros’ body, sliding down his back to grip his ass. Daniel squeezed him, and Stavros lifted one leg, wrapping it around Daniel’s waist, undulating against him, riding him as their cocks rubbed.

Daniel shivered. It was intense, lust and need so thick he tasted it, the heavy layer coating his tongue and his skin. He wanted back on that bed, back inside Stavros.

Dios.

He’d lost his mind, but he didn’t care. Not now. He felt. He wanted. He needed.

Stavros’ hands on Daniel’s ass pulled him closer, and Daniel tore at the tie on Stavros’ pajama bottoms, fingers awkward, fumbling in his haste. Stavros helped, and soon they had him naked.

Daniel touched him, wrapping his fist around Stavros’ erection, and the other man gulped into the kiss.

He stroked Stavros, root to tip, and Stavros’ hips moved with him, his mouth falling open. He read Stavros’ body as he stroked him. The tense lines of his body. The quaking in his limbs and the color on his cheeks.

“You look good like this,” he murmured in Spanish. “In the midst of your pleasure. You should always look like this.”

“Keep touching me.” Stavros’ face twisted into a grimace when Daniel slid a thumb over his slippery crown. “Fuck.” He inhaled sharply, shoving himself deeper into Daniel’s slippery grip. “Just keep touching me.”

Daniel buried his face in Stavros’ neck, teasing him with his teeth as he pulled on his cock. He pulsed loudly in Daniel’s hand, veins prominent, pre-cum soaking them.

“You feel so good.” He tugged on Stavros’ earlobe. “So good.” He kissed his way across Stavros’ jaw and back to his mouth, taking his lips again, stroking his tongue inside the wet warmth.

Stavros’ fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, pulling and he got louder. His hips rocking faster and faster. The desperation in him spurred Daniel to tighten his grip, to roughen the kiss. Soon Stavros cried out, a sound Daniel swallowed as hot cream drenched his knuckles.

“Shit.” Stavros panted. “Shit.” His hips kept slamming forward. “Daniel, Jesus. Christ.”

Daniel smiled despite the ache of his own unfulfilled orgasm. “You liked that?”

Stavros’ lashed lifted and he stared at Daniel with an incredulous expression. “You’re fishing for compliments now?” He caught Daniel’s cum-filled hand and held it up. “Only compliment you’ll ever need.” Then he brought Daniel’s to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.

Daniel watched him hungrily, one hand sliding under the waistband of his pants to stroke himself.

“Let me.” Stavros pushed his hand away and went to his knees. One hand tugged Daniel’s pants down, the other cupped his ball, and then Daniel found himself surrounded by a hot wet mouth, sliding up and down his length.

“Argh.” He fisted Stavros’ hair, threw his head back and thrust into him. Over and over, riding his hungry mouth with harsh grunts. Orgasm wasn’t far away, still he chased it, slamming down Stavros’ throat.

Fingers cupped his balls, caressed him, as Stavros sucked him down whole. Daniel locked his knees, one hand on the window at his back for balance and the other pulling on Stavros’ hair as he used his mouth, and drove deeper down his throat.

One thrust.

Two, and he was biting down on his tongue, spilling inside Stavros’ mouth as breath rattled in his throat and his body bowed.

“Dios.”

Stavros hummed around him, making greedy, slurping noises as he cleaned Daniel’s shaft. Then he pulled off him with a wet sound, and looked up at him, tongue swirling over his bottom lip.

“You don’t swear, do you?” His lips curved into a smile.

Daniel blinked the orgasm from his eyes as he shook his head. “No.” His voice was worse than usual, and he felt Stavros’ shiver as the other man staggered to his feet. Daniel caught his hand and tugged him onto the couch. “My mother didn’t like foul language, so…” He shrugged.

“I think it’s sweet.” Stavros chuckled as he stroked a finger down Daniel’s cheek. “Big bad cartel boss who can’t say fuck.”

Daniel kissed him, because he wanted to shut him up. Also because he could smell himself on Stavros’ breath and he wanted to taste it. “I can say it.” He licked into Stavros’ mouth. “I just choose not to.”

“Sweet.”

He grunted, but allowed himself a small smile. Together they sat in the dark on the couch, naked, Stavros’ hand on Daniel’s chest. Daniel’s hands in Stavros’ hair. In the dark, Stavros’ eyes glittered, seeming brighter. Daniel kissed his nose, then his lips again before speaking.

“I have to go. The plane is waiting.”

“Okay.” Stavros kissed his chin then his throat then pulled away slightly to turn on the light. “I’ll be here.”

“What about Lisbon?” Daniel got up and started getting dressed.

Stavros got up and poured himself a drink from the mini bar. “New York is my home for the foreseeable future.”

Once Daniel finished dressing, he looked around to find Stavros leaning against the bar, drink in his hand, watching him. With his hair all tousled from Daniel’s manhandling, and his naked body still wearing the flush of his recent orgasm, he was the best looking thing Daniel had ever seen.

He went to Stavros, sliding his arms around his narrow waist, dropping a kiss on his forehead. “I only use burner phones,” he told Stavros softly. “They change weekly. Sometimes daily.”

Eyes narrowed, Stavros watched him. “‘Okay.”

“I can’t give you something stable to reach me.”

Stavros cocked his head. “Do you want me to reach you?”

“Sí.”

“Then I will.” He took a sip of his drink.

Biting back a smile, Daniel rubbed his lips over Stavros’ nose. “Do you want me to reach you?”

Stavros rolled his eyes. “Sí.”

Daniel kissed him. Slower this time. A pace meant for savoring, embedding Stavros on his senses, hoping to do the same for the other man. With Stavros on his tongue, he didn’t want to leave, but he finally pulled away with great reluctance.

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Konstantinou.” He stepped back.

Stavros smirked, holding up his glass as a salute. “I look forward to it.”