Page 27 of Heat Transfer

All I could do was hold on for the ride, returning his kisses with the passion I’d pushed back from the moment we met.

A cough broke through the daze.

Oh shit.

I pulled away from Felix, even though the adrenaline still danced in my veins. We were in the middle of the museum, next to an exhibit. A well-dressed older man stood at the exhibit over, glowering at us, and my cheeks warmed. Fuck, I didn’t want to get Felix in trouble with his work.

Felix stood inches from me, surprisingly not running in the other direction. His shoulders heaved, and his lips were spit-slicked and glossy. Fuck, that had been from our kiss. Lust rolled through me, hot and heavy. His suit jacket was askew, the fabric rumpled, and his hair a mess compared to the tidy way it’d been before. I glanced down at myself. Shit, I was in a similar state of disarray.

The old man still glowered at us.

“I, uh, just get really excited about swords,” Felix said.

An incredulous laugh bubbled up in my chest, but I swallowed it back. “That’s what you’re going with?” I murmured under my breath.

The man passed us to head to the next exhibit, shaking his head.

I braced myself for the shock, the recoil of disgust, the realization he’d kissed a guy and hadn’t liked it.

Except when I met Felix’s gaze, those dark eyes gleamed with a wickedness that made me weak.

“You’re going to get me into trouble, Cormac Brannon.” The flirty tone to his voice, the heat—fucking slay me now.

“I’m pretty sure you’re plenty capable yourself.”

“Come on, Let’s go check out the rest of the swords. There are some excellent specimens on display.” He looked pointedly to my bulge, clear in my suit pants, and the fucker winked.

Chapter ten

Felix

I’d kissed Cor.

I’d kissed Cor, and it confirmed every damn curiosity I’d had from the moment I started noticing him in a different way.

I was very, very bisexual.

Tension had percolated between us as we swept through the exhibit, and I ate up every moment of his eyes on me. I didn’t want this time as fake boyfriends to end, but in the same breath, I wanted to get all up in his space in private. Where we couldn’t be interrupted.

Although getting caught had turned me on more than I’d expected. Maybe I had some hidden things that needed exploration.

And I knew just the person I wanted to explore with.

We stepped into the brisk air outside the museum, finally on our way out. Carly and her girlfriend were occupied in aconversation with people who wore clothes that cost more than my car, but I’d done the nod and wave.

“So you had a few drinks.” I cast him a furtive glance. Chances were, he could see through my bullshit.

“Trying to tell me something?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. My gaze traced his beard, the feel of it against my skin still there from the slight beard burn from making out. I could get used to that. Or more.

If more was on the table, I didn’t want to pass up the chance.

I shrugged. “Just saying, driving 76 back would be rough. Probably better if you crash at my place.”

“You realize I’m not going to be able to fit on your couch, right?” Cor said, a slight tease in his voice. My heart pumped harder. The way he flirted was like dark chocolate, refined wine—not blatant or in your face but subtle enough to glide through the bloodstream.

“Who said anything about sleeping on my couch?” I kept my voice light, even as I showed a few cards from my hand.

Did I want him in my bed tonight? Jesus fuck, yes. After that kiss, I wanted him anywhere I could get him.

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