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He wasn’t out? Or maybe he wasn’t comfortable with his sexuality? Then there was the fact that we worked together.

All of those reasons were sound.

And Van and I might be a fucking disaster waiting to happen.

Yet, here I was. My body sweating, hands trembling, waiting, fucking dying for Van to come close and touch me.

I never hungered for anyone like I did for him.

It was humbling and so fucking frustrating that I wanted to scream.

But I held back.

Until he took a step toward me.

Then all bets were off.

CHAPTER11

VAN

Leave.

Leave now, and don’t look back.

I ignored the common sense loop in my head and closed the gap between Brodie and me.

With the way he’d ordered me to get off the couch, I thought for sure he’d make the first move. But he just stood there, frozen in place. His hands tightly fisted, his chest moving in and out at a rapid pace, his eyes glittering in the darkness.

I stepped into his space and slid one arm around his waist.

He groaned, and I answered.

One simple touch triggered an intense desire that threatened to consume me. My dick liked what we were doing a hell of a lot more than I’d anticipated. My dick got so hard, so fast, that I was lightheaded, aching, throbbing.

From one touch.

I pulled him closer until our hips collided, and we started swaying to the pulsing music.

I wasn’t lying when I said I was a shit dancer, but then again, that wasn’t what we were doing. We were barely moving in time to the beat.

I splayed my palm against Brodie’s back and traced the gap in his corset vest. Slipping my fingers underneath the laces, I gave an experimental tug.

His breath caught, and mine followed.

I was surrounded by his scent. Deep and spicy, warm, as heady as the man himself. It had me dying to taste his skin.

Then I ran the tips of my fingers under the laces and reveled in the feel of his smooth, bare skin against mine.

I brushed my lips against his ear. “You’ve never worn this before.”

“Do you like it?” Brodie asked, his body trembling.

“I more than like it.”

I pulled back to look at his face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy.

“Brodie? Are you okay?”