He’s just trying to prick your temper.
With his . . . prick.
Do not look down at that bastard.
He didn’t need another look.
The image was burned on the back of his eyelids.
When he closed his eyes tonight, that was all he was going to see.
Lucky, lucky him.
“Unless it’s another part of me that you have a problem with?” Alexei asked, stopping a few feet away.
Thank God.
If that thing got hard . . . fuck, with how long it was, it would probably reach him.
You need to stop thinking about his dick.
Salem ran a hand tiredly over his face.
Think of something else. Anything else.
“I do not have a problem with your body.”
“That’s good. Since that would hurt my feelings.”
“You don’t have feelings,” Salem said.
Alexei grinned. “Ahh, but Riordan doesn’t know that. And when I go into our Monday morning meeting and tell him how awkward it makes me feel when you stare at my naked body and make mean comments . . . well, I don’t think he can ignore that.”
“You. Are. The. Worst.”
Salem knew it was a joke. And in all likelihood, Riordan Orr wouldn’t give a shit about what they did as long as it didn’t impact him or their job performance.
Of course, if Salem cut Alexei’s dick off then that might impact his job performance.
“Are you thinking about chopping my dick off? You are, aren’t you?” Alexei asked.
“I choose not to think about your dick at all,” he replied. “And I am not sexually repressed. I’m a freaking Dominant. How can I be sexually repressed?”
“When’s the last time you went to the club?” Alexei asked.
Salem opened his mouth, then closed it.
Fuck it.
When was the last time he’d been to the club? He couldn’t remember.
Shit.
“See? Repressed. Maybe that’s the wrong word. Frustrated? Hmm, perhaps you’re sexually frustrated. Sorry, my English isn’t the best at times.”
“Don’t pull that bullshit with me,” he grumbled. “You speak perfect English. Better than I do.”
“Thank you. It’s good to be acknowledged in areas where I excel and you don’t. Of course that is pretty much every area.”