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What the hell was I waiting for? I was alone. Alex wouldn’t know. None of our superiors would know. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d jerked off thinking about him.

And it wasn’t like I was going to get any sleep until I did something about this hard-on.

I undid my belt and jeans, and I was almost embarrassed by the groan I released when I closed my fingers around my dick. I doubted anyone heard me—the hotel was dead silent, so everyone was probably asleep—and anyway, whatever, I was too horny to care about anything.

Anything except that mental image of hands sliding all over Alex’s lean body.

Of his lips parting as someone else’s lips skated up the side of his neck.

Of his hips gyrating in time with another man’s, the bulge in his jeans giving away how into it he was, and oh, fuck, the other guyhadto be hard in that moment, too. Who wouldn’t be with that ass pressed up against him? I’d have been on the verge of coming if I’d been in his place—hands all over Alex, lips exploring his neck, dick thrusting up against his ass like we were a few layers of clothing away from screwing, and?—

I shouted as my hips bucked off the bed and cum erupted on my hand and stomach. I kept pumping, kept gasping, until there was nothing left and I was this close to too sensitive.

Then I sank back to the bed. Fingers still around my cock. Cum everywhere. Breath coming in deep, sharp gulps.

And Alex Barlow still firmly on my mind.

CHAPTER10

ALEX

Eyes still shut, legs still shaking, I just stood there in the shower for a moment, letting the hot water rush over me while the last few aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me.

Oh my God. Wow.

It was a genuine miracle I’d even made it into the shower before I’d had to get myself off. The whole evening, the whole walk back to the hotel and up to my room, the whole time I’d been stripping off my clothes—I’d been so horny I was lucky I could walk.

At least the night had cooled down considerably; it wasn’t cold by any stretch of the imagination, but stepping out of that stuffy club, it hadn’t been unreasonable to partially button my thin shirt. Connor hadn’t questioned me, anyway, and he hadn’t noticed the hard-on I’d sported for half a block.

The walk had calmed me down a bit.

Standing between our hotels? Locking eyes with him? Remembering how fucking sexy he’d been with those men on the dancefloor? Wondering if I should just say fuck it and ask him to come up to my room with me?

Yeah, the buttoned shirt had come in handy.

And nowI’dcome, and I was surprised my orgasm hadn’t dropped me to my knees right here in the shower. Every time I came while I was thinking about Connor, it was earthshaking. On the heels of a night spent watching him in a club?Holyfuck.

Which probably meant that sex with him would be a serious letdown.

I opened my eyes and turned around to rinse off the cum. That was the way things like this always worked, and I knew it. Every time I’d been into someone for a while before I finally slept with them, I built them up so much in my mind, the real thing ended up being… meh. Nobody could live up to the person they were in a fantasy.

So… fine. I’d keep this to fantasies. Really fucking hot fantasies about loud, bed-breaking sex with the man who made me stupid just by existing. Eventually, I’d get used to that, and I could think about him with my hand on my dick at night and coexist with him in the hospital during the day. Same as I had with that captain who’d been in charge of the emergency department when I’d first transferred to Rota. He’d eagerly and vocally bottomed for me in my mind, and we’d interacted like consummate professionals at work.

No reason I couldn’t do the same with Connor.

Though, I’d never seen Captain Pickering at a club. I’d never witnessed him biting his lip as someone ground against him, or sliding his hands up some lucky bastard’s back.

I shook myself, then hung my head to let the water rush over it.

I was stupid. That was all there was to it. I had a hot colleague who might as well have had DO NOT TOUCH tattooed all over him, and I wanted that forbidden fruit.

When I got back to Rota tomorrow, I’d text Isidoro. Even the other night when I’d been distracted, the sex had still been good. If we hooked up a few more times, I’d shift gears from wanting what I couldn’t have to lusting after the man who happily jumped on every opportunity to suck my brains out my dick.

Yes. That was what I’d do.

Tonight, sleep.

Tomorrow, back to Rota.

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