“Grrr, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Ask if me calling you that made you have a little…reaction? Well, actually, not that little if memory serves. And trust me, memory does serve.”
His face bunched up. “I…Colin?—”
Okay, he was squirming in his seat, and I couldn’t help but push a little more. And who knew, maybe I might push too far, but…well, he already claimed I was stupid. What was a little proof?
“Is this your way of saying I’ve taken an affectionate and respectful nickname and turned it into boner fodder for you?” I asked.
“Don’t call it that.”
“Mmm, but you felt yourself getting hard then? You didn’t deny that.”
“Look,” he began. He was pushing against the back of the chair, and when he saw that I’d noticed, he stopped. “I don’t like that look in your eye, alright? I still don’t know how I feel about that. It was…I’m straight.”
“I think you’re old enough to know that straight men don’t do what you did last night,” I said dryly.
“Well, I was straight until last night then!”
“I don’t think that was something that happened overnight either. I gotta know, was it the way you saw me jerking off the first time? Is that what did it?”
When he stared back at me, I thought I had my answer, especially when he stayed behind the chair.
“Considering you look like you’re trying to hide your crotch, I’m going with yes…interesting,” I said, and when he gave me a dirty look, I stood up, peering around the chair. “No? So if you moved right now, I wouldn’t see a distinct bulge? Or if you whipped it out, you’d be soft?”
“Stop,” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder.
“Don’t you have Cait locked away? Like, is she going to come out without warning?”
“Probably not, but?—”
“And this building loudly announces when someone is coming in and out because of the air pressure, so you really think anyone is going to sneak up on us? Especially when I’m sure Carter is going to tell everyone you came in here to talk to me?”
“That doesn’t…I’m not showing you my dick. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well,” I said, rounding the table slowly as he watched me like a bird watches a cat in the grass. “I’m kind of a horny guy, I won’t lie. But after last night? Seeing and feeling and…tasting what I did? You can crank that horniness up a few notches.”
“We already complicated shit as it is,” he said, frowning. “Clearly.”
I reached out to take his hand, and when he offered only minimal resistance, I brought his hand around to my ass and snorted when his fingers flexed slightly. “Look, you’re the leader, so when it comes to our jobs, I’m your subordinate. I’m notgoing to be any less annoying than before, and I doubt you’re going to be any less grumpy about it. And when I’m the Doc, I’m the Doc, just like I said last night. I can be both people in their proper context…and I can also be a guy who wants to fuck around with the hottest guy for miles. And you…you can figure out if you’re enjoying yourself enough without having to deal with someone who’s going to demand you label yourself or want some sort of commitment out of you…win win if you ask me.”
“This is stupid,” he said as he watched my hand gently curl around his groin.
“And this is hard,” I said with a smirk.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Stupid.”
“I can be discreet,” I said, nudging the bottom of his shirt aside and sliding my fingers past the waistband of his pants. I felt the brush of hair against my fingertips a moment before my fingers found warm skin. “I know it doesn’t seem like it because I’m also a bit of a risk taker, but I don’t think anyone getting into this line of work doesn’t have some risk-taking in their blood.”
“Stupid,” he repeated, but he was still hard and wasn’t fighting me even when I unbuttoned his jeans so I could shove my hands into his pants and wrap my hand around what I had to admit was one of the best looking cocks I could remember seeing. Thick and long, enough to impress and even raise a brow, but not enough to destroy your insides…and I definitely wanted it inside. “So fucking stupid.”
“I won’t lie,” I said as I dragged his cock out and slowly stroked it. “That’s sounding more and more like a good thing coming from your lips.”
“It’s not supposed to be like this,” he muttered in frustration, and I had to bite back a laugh when I realized he was glaring at his dick, as if annoyed at its hardness.
“Look, if you want to find some way to explain it, you wouldn’t be the first guy who realized he was less straight thanhe originally thought a little later in life,” I said with a shrug. “And maybe it’s just curiosity turned up to ten on your part. Or maybe an emotional reaction brought on by your…situation.”
“Smooth,” he muttered. “So I’m suddenly going gay because my soon-to-be-ex-wife is mean to me?”