Page 13 of Full Mountie

Heat slams into me at that thought. Hugh doing Beth is stuff of my darkest fantasies. “We’re not doing this.”

He laughs quietly under his breath. “Did you get a goodnight kiss last night, too? Are you all full of complicated feelings?”

I get to my feet. “Jesus Christ. You still don’t have any fucking boundaries, do you?”

“There was a time when you enjoyed that about me.”

I round my desk, ready to do battle. “And that had consequences, didn’t it? Leave Beth alone.”

“That’s not your call to make.”

“No, it’s hers, but you haven’t given her all the relevant information, have you?”

His jaw tightens and his eyes flash as he squares right up to me. Oh, I’ve struck a nerve. His voice goes silky. “What exactly do you think I should tell her before a first date?”

Silence pulses between us.

He moves in closer. “Does she know how much you like to be on your knees?”

My mouth goes dry and my pulse hammers at the base of my throat.

“Does she know how rock solid you get grinding against a muscular ass?”

I shove him hard in the chest, pushing him back. “Shut up.”

“Still in the closet?”

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

It means that aside from group stuff, I haven’t been with another man since him. I’m not giving him that much power over me. “She knows I’m pretty fluid in what I like. She knows about my kinks. Who I like to fuck isn’t something we’ve discussed becauseI respect her.”

“You don’t think I respect her?”

“I think you’re using her. So, no.”

“You’ve got it wrong.” He steps closer again, his chest brushing mine. He’s two inches shorter than me, which compared to how delicate Beth is feels like nothing. Everything lines up. Chests. Mouths.

Cocks.

He’s growing hard even as I yell at him. I’m not immune to the tension between us, either.

“I don’t think I do,” I say quietly, my voice coarse. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You shouldn’t play with Beth’s feelings when…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Any time. My door is always open for you.” He sets his hands on my hips and sweet fucking mercy, that feels so good. My knees practically wobble as desire stabs through me. Every inch of him is solid. Thick. The first time we kissed, it was like a boxing match on steroids. There are things I can do to Hugh—and things he can do to me—that just don’t work with a woman.

Beth.

Her name whispering in my mind is like a splash of ice water.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Gimme your mouth.”

“No.”

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