Page 27 of Better Late Than Never

If he’d noticed anyone dancing with me, it probably wasn’t even registering on his radar now. He was with someone else. Someone who had him flush against his chest the way my dance partner was against mine. The man’s hand was partway under Alex’s shirt, pressed against his abs, and Alex tilted his head back and bit his lip as the man’s mouth explored the side of his neck.

Holy.Fuck.

Nothing the man in my arms was doing ignited my senses like watching Alex getting felt up andtastedby someone else.

My dance partner leaned back against me, rubbing his ass over my dick, which was getting hard again. He glanced over his shoulder, grinning hungrily.

He thought that was for him, didn’t he?

He had no idea I was distracted by that gorgeous sandy blond in the red shirt with the other man’s lips on his neck and his jeans tented by an obvious?—

Oh, fuck me.

Alex was hard. He wasn’t obscenely on display, but that bulge drew my gaze and made my mouth water.

Christ. Forget worrying about the language barrier. I wasn’t going to get anywhere with anyone tonight because there was only one man in this place I wanted. And of course, he was the one man in this building I absolutely could not have.

Fuck my life.

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It was almost 0500 when I finally dropped onto my hotel bed. Still dressed, though I had managed to kick off my shoes, I lay there and just… breathed.

My ears still rang from the music and my muscles still ached from dancing, but more than that, my skin still tingled everywhere the men in the club had touched me.

Everywhere I wishedAlexhad touched me.

Especially outside our hotels where we’d parted ways.

“You had fun tonight, right?” he’d asked, looking almost shy.

“Yeah! Yeah. I had a blast.” I’d exhaled and raked a hand through my sweaty hair. “Fucking tired, though.”

“You and me both.” He’d held my gaze a moment, an unspoken thought pinching his brow, but then he gestured at his hotel. “We should get some sleep.”

“Definitely. Uh. Thanks for bringing me here.” I paused. “Or, well, for ‘running into me at the same club in Sevilla.’”

His tired laugh had lit up the whole street. “Any time. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Monday. Right. Because we’d be heading back separately tomorrow so we didn’t rouse any suspicion if someone we knew saw us.

But no one could see us right then. Had I read too much into the way he held my gaze a beat or two longer than necessary? Or the fact that when I’d told him I was calling it a night, he’d decided to do the same instead of taking his pick of men who clearly wanted him?

Would anyone see us if we stayed in the same room tonight?

Cowardice kicked in, though, and I just murmured, “See you Monday.” Then we’d gone our separate ways, and here I was—alone in my hotel room, still sure I could smell his subtle cologne even over the sweat and booze of the club.

I felt weird that he’d gone back to his room alone. He’d engaged in some seriously hot dancing with some incredibly hot men, but he hadn’t hooked up with anyone?

I closed my eyes and wiped my hand over my face. Just as well, maybe. I wanted him to have a good time, but I wasn’t sure I could stay sane knowing that right this minute, he was getting naked and sweaty with another man. I was already losing my mind from those images of him dancing, every one of which was seared into my brain like a porno.

“Fuck,” I whispered into the stillness.

I wanted that man so damn bad, and now I was hard as a goddamned rock. I’d practically been at half-mast all night, and though I was exhausted, the horniness was not going to relent on its own. Especially now that I was alone and could really let my mind drift back to the club, back to the dancefloor, back to Alex getting felt up and touched and?—

God, why couldn’t it have beenmymouth on his neck like that?

The bed creaked as I squirmed, and my dick rubbed uncomfortably against my zipper.

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