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“You make it sound like we’re walking into a target range.”

I snorted, because yeah . . .

I pulled him close, both of us facing the mirror but leaning into each other. “Put your chin on my shoulder,” I prompted.“Hand on my waist, or my ass, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He chose my waist.

“Relax,” I said to his reflection. “We need to look comfortable.”

He sighed and some of the tension left his body. “Like this?”

I nodded. “And when you touch me, mean it.” I took his hand, stood in front of him so he was half behind me, and placed his palm flat on my stomach. “You want everyone there to know who you belong to.”

His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Isn’t that what the wedding ring is for?” He held up his left hand like it proved his point.

“They don’t care about wedding rings, believe me. It’s all about body language.”

He made a face.

“Now. I’m going to touch you. Nothing lewd, don’t worry,” I added at the bewildered look on his face. “And probably nowhere I haven’t touched you already. Arms, hands, waist.”

“You make it sound like an undercover FBI operation.”

I shrugged. “Well, what you said about target practice was kinda apt. If they get one sniff of available fresh meat, you’re done for.”

“Fresh meat?” He looked positively horrified. “Jesus Christ.”

I gave him my brightest smile. “If you get overwhelmed or feel a bit out of your depth, just look at me. Stick with me and you’ll be fine.” Then, for good measure, I turned him around and smacked his ass. “Now, go get changed.”

He wandered off like a lost child, and I couldn’t help but smile.

He was so not ready for this.

CHAPTER SIX

BRODY

I was so unbelievably notready for this.

Now, I’d been to gay bars before, mostly with Miller. I’d been hit on before while I stood at the bar and pretended not to watch him get it on with some random lucky asshole on the dance floor.

I had no problem being in queer spaces.

What I had a huge problem with was wearing nothing but swimwear with a near-naked Miller in a room full of testosterone and pheromones, with music pumping and Miller’s hand on my ass. All while some barely dressed men stared at us while others were making out and grinding all over each other, and...

Yeah.

That’s what my problem was.

I’d woken up with a raging hard-on, having dreamed all night of having Miller underneath me, naked and writhing, taking my cock over and over. And, so help me god, rubbing one out in the shower this morning did little to help my situation.

Flashbacks of kissing him, how he’d taken my tongue, how he’d tasted, kept flashing through my mind. When he’d suggested we hit the strip, it’d been so much better than goingback to our suite where I’d no doubt inevitably make things more awkward between us.

I didn’t want it to be awkward.

I just wasn’t sure how to deal with this.

How to deal with being suddenly attracted to my best friend.

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