Page 58 of Better Late Than Never

“Probably not. But we are.” He slid his hands up my back. “If this shows up in a video online somewhere, we were drunk, it was dark, and we didn’t recognize each other on the dancefloor.”

I bit my lip and drew him in closer. “Think they’d buy it?” Itwaspretty dark apart from the disco lights.

His laugh was almost soundless, but I could feel the huff of breath, both in the rush across my skin and the way his chest moved. “Long as no one sees us leave the club together or doing more than dancing.”

He was probably right. And I’d been as straitlaced as they came throughout my career; I could get away with one drunkenwhoopsin the dark.

I drew back enough to meet his gaze, and that didn’t help me keep a handle on my self-control. The temptation to kiss those lips was almost overwhelming. I’d been craving him like I’d never craved a damn thing in my life, and I wanted to taste his mouth again. “Christ, Alex…”

His eyebrows rose, as did the corners of his lips. “Hmm?”

“I don’t care who you are,” I rasped. “I don’t care what rank we are. I want you so damn bad I can’t think about anything else.”

He stared at me, gaze full of both lust and surprise. “You do?”

“The invitation to meet me in Madrid wasn’t a clue?”

Alex bit his lip as need smoldered in his eyes.

I wanted him. His mouth. His hands. His body. Every inch of him.

We could get away with what we were doing. It was dark. It was just dancing. We could tell anyone who saw us that we were drunk.

Crossing the line into getting physically intimate—well, that wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. Judging by the sliver of distance Alex was keeping between us—and the fact that he kept looking longingly at my mouth but never moved in for a kiss—told me we were probably on the same page.

“Swear to God,” he said, “I’m going to end up fucking you in the alley behind this building.”

In that moment, that didn’t sound half bad. Not the most comfortable or sanitary location, but I’d have Alex’s dick in my ass, so?—

“Wait two minutes,” he growled, jostling me out of my thoughts, “then meet me in the men’s room.”

And with that, he released me and disappeared into the crowd like a mirage, leaving my skin cool with his absence.

I… hadn’t imagined that, had I? I hadn’t hallucinated the sexiest dance and the filthiest promise of my life?

I was pretty sure I hadn’t. And if I was dreaming, well, I was going to follow this dream for as long as I stayed asleep. My nightmare-battered psyche owed me one, damn it.

After the longest two minutes of my life, I made my way through the crowd toward the back hallway, and I found the door to the men’s room. There were a few guys in here using it for its intended purpose. One stall was quite obviously occupied—at least two men were moaning and murmuring in Spanish, punctuated by skin slapping skin. Nobody in the room seemed to notice or care.

They also didn’t look when Alex grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me back out into the hallway, which was crowded andverydark, and?—

Fuck, yes. I had him up against the wall, kissing him hard as he cupped my ass and pulled me harder against him. His kiss was even more frantic than it had been in my foyer a lifetime ago, and that said something. He was needy and vocal, moaning softly as he explored my mouth like he’d never tasted me in his life.

When I drew back, we were both panting and shaking all over. My hard-on strained against the front of my pants, rubbing his equally hard cock through our clothes.

“I’ve worked in healthcare too long to fuck in a bathroom stall,” he panted, “but I just couldn’t wait another minute.”

“Same,” I said, and claimed a longer, deeper kiss.

No, we wouldn’t fuck in there. The other guys in that stall were welcome to it, but… no.

“Goddammit,” I panted. “Weneedto go somewhere else.”

Alex shivered and rutted against me. “Yeah, we do.”

I thought fast. “Where are you staying?”

He blinked a few times as if he had to think about it. “The Regente Oeste.”

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