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Seb relaxed and settled back into Dom’s embrace, knowing for tonight he wouldn’t be alone.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe
Thursday evening, and Joe was at the dance studio. Seb had messaged him on Wednesday to let him know what had happened at the police station. Apparently, it hadn’t gone well. They were still unable to do anything, and the information Seb had supplied couldn’t be confirmed.
Clare was working… again. It seemed she was taking on more and more shifts lately, and when Joe had asked her about it, she just said that they were short-staffed and needed the extra cover. There was nothing more to discuss. Things were getting decidedly Baltic with them at the moment, and Joe regretted ever proposing.
When Joe walked into the studio and saw Seb, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t get over how exquisite this man was. Seb turned, smiled, and walked towards him, pulling him into a hug.
“Hi, thank you for Tuesday. It really helped.” He took a step back. “How are you today? Not much longer to go now. Are you excited?” Seb certainly seemed in a better mood than when he’d seen him on Tuesday evening.
Joe sat on a chair to put his shoes on. “I’m cautiously optimistic?”
“That doesn’t sound good. Have things not improved since Tuesday?” asked Seb, sitting across from him at the table.
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen Clare since then. She’s been working.” Joe tied his shoelaces, looking up at Seb as he did so. My God, he could drown in this man’s eyes. His long lashes fluttered as he looked down at him.
“What is it she does again? She works at the hospital, doesn’t she?” Seb enquired, leaning on the table, his chin resting in his hands.
Joe sat up, his gaze meeting Seb’s. “Yeah, she works as a midwife. A lot of nights recently.”
“Ah, I see. But you’re still both coming to lessons, though, so things must be going well.”
“I suppose. As I said, she’s been working a lot of nights lately. I work days, so we’re like ships that pass in the night. Weekends—when she’s not working—she’s doing stuff for the wedding, and Sundays we spend mostly with my parents, either at my house or theirs.”
“Does Clare not have family around?”
“No, she’s originally from Ireland, and her parents and sister still live there. They’ll be coming over for the wedding, obviously, but she’ll be going over there for the hen do in a couple of weeks’ time. Saves her family having to come over twice.”
“Are you having a stag do? Isn’t it usually the best man that organises that?”
“I don’t think so. I’m not all that social, to be honest. I have a couple of mates from uni, my brother-in-law, and the husband of my assistant at work, but other than that? No one to invite, really.”
“Poor Joe. Sounds like all work and no play, and that’s no fun at all,” Seb teased.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m no fun.” Joe let the comment linger, and he licked his lips as he watched Seb.
Seb’s gaze dropped to his mouth, a smouldering look in his eyes. He quickly looked away.
“Actually, I have a question,” Seb said, changing the subject. “You’re an accountant, right? I have a problem with my tax return, and I wondered if you’d be able to help me with it. The guy that used to do it for me has married his boyfriend and is now living in the South of France. Seems like they don’t have the internet there,” Seb said, throwing his arms in the air.
Joe laughed at his dramatics. “I could do it for you, but it will cost you.”
“I’m listening. What could I possibly have that you would want?” Seb asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
If only he knew what he was thinking. “I’ll think of something. We have plenty of time.” He winked and Seb blushed.
“On that note, let’s get some dancing done.”
They danced for about an hour, going through the steps time and time again. Seb would adjust Joe’s hold and occasionally his hips. Joe was finding it more and more difficult to hide the strain behind his zip as Seb’s hands touched his body.
“OK, as Clare isn’t here, I’ll take her place, and we can go through the steps properly. You’re doing fine on your own, but I think you need to dance it as it will be done at the wedding—with a partner.”
Fuck, this could be a problem, Joe thought. He willed his cock to cooperate. He’d been half hard since the hug when he came in. The chances of that happening were little to none as Seb pressed his body against his. Joe shut his eyes, thinking of anything but the feeling of Seb’s hard body against his. He opened them and looked down at Seb’s face. He was only about four or five inches shorter than his six-foot-three, but to him, Seb was the perfect height.
Joe got through one practice before he had to pull away. The sensual moves Seb had put together were just too much, the way his body had pressed against his. He’d got away with it once, but he was pushing it if he didn’t want Seb to be able to feel his cock pressing against his body the next time.
