Page 18 of Edge of Control

Of course you do, almost every day.

“Practically every day,” Jace said. “My office is down the street from here. I don’t like sitting at a desk for too long, so I bring my work here.”

“Oh, is it? What do you do?”

“A detective at Stonewall Investigations.”

Wow, that’s news to me.

“Damn, a detective, huh? Sounds intense.”

Jace chuckled. That sound did something to me. I’d never thought laughter could be hot, but Jace was blowing away all my assumptions. “It can be. Most of the time, the cases aren’t too out of this world. But every once in a while, a big one lands in your lap.” Jace cocked his head. There was a subtext there. He licked his bottom lip, flashed his perfect white teeth.

I became rock hard. My cock throbbed against mythigh. I squeezed my legs together, doing nothing to alleviate the growing pressure.

“What do you do when a big one falls in your lap?” I lobbed the suggestive ball back in his direction.

“Handle it.” He leaned back in the chair. He was cocky. I liked that in my men. I wanted them to ooze confidence. Wanted them to walk in a way that told everyone around they had a thick cock hanging between their legs. That they didn’t fear life, that they weren’t timid or quiet. Men who commanded attention.

I swallowed another sip of my coffee. I dropped a hand on my lap, rubbing myself with my forearm. Subtle enough so that no one could tell what I was doing. I could feel precum beading at the tip. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I glanced down and could see it darkening my khaki shorts.

“And what do you do?” Jace asked. “Besides moonlight as a knight in shining armor, of course.”

“I’m the marketing manager at a tech company. Spend my days making pitch decks, monitoring ad spend, and dealing with influencers.”

“Nice, nice. And how do you spend your nights?”

“I think you’ve got a good idea,” I said. My cock pulsed against my forearm. Fucking hell. Jace liked to play, didn’t he?

“I think I might.” Jace leaned forward. His eyes searched mine. For what, I wasn’t sure, but I allowed him. I met his gaze. He had an intense look to him. I wondered what his expression was when he was busting his load inside me. Next time, I’d make sure I was facing him.

“That night was one of the best Iever had there.”

My eyes dropped to his full lips. A five-o’clock shadow framed them, even though it was still morning. “Same,” I admitted. “I still think about it.”

“You do?”

I nodded. The precum stain only grew. If I had to stand up, people would think I had pissed myself. What would he do if he knew I was leaking for him? Would he throw all caution to the wind and take me back to his place? Would I even allow that? My thoughts were clouded with lust. Stepping into his home would only place me closer to his web. One wrong move and I’d be trapped. “I’m glad I bumped into you.”

“And I’m glad you keep bumping into me.” Jace chuckled. “What are the chances? This city is big. I barely see my neighbor more than once a month.”

“Fate’s funny that way.”

“It is.” Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe you should bump into me again at Chains. I don’t go often, but, well, maybe I might be there this Friday.”

Damn. He was already giving me his schedule. How was I supposed to shake him when he made it so easy to hunt him down?

“I’ll try and keep my schedule clear.”

Jace looked out at the window, his hazel eyes highlighted by a dash of sunlight. I imagined my thumb rubbing the dark beard that was growing into his face, trailing up to his lips, pushing into his mouth. My other hand closing around his throat. His pulse pressing against my palm. The warmth of his body mixing with mine. He’d look so sexy,plunging into me as I gripped his neck, his cock stretching me open while my grip tightened.

I lifted my arm and rested it back on the table. If I kept applying pressure to my rock-hard dick, I would end up coming underneath the table. That would leave a mess in my shorts that’d be too difficult to hide.

“So, you said you just moved to this neighborhood.” Jace smoothly altered the course of the conversation. “Where were you before?”

Same place. Haven’t moved in over three years.

“Used to live Uptown.”

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