Page 42 of Henri (Confessions 5)

But knowing the terms he’d agreed to, Bailey had pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the purely physical aspect of that night. The way Henri had looked, the way he tasted, the way he pulled out a side that Bailey had never known existed, and made him feel all the more powerful for having explored it.

Bailey had promised himself that that would be enough, but he knew he was lying to himself. His reaction to seeing Henri’s number just now confirmed it, as did the way his heart lodged in the back of his throat at the thought of talking to Henri again. But there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity.

Bailey took another quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was alone, and when he was happy that he was, he hit call.

The phone only rang twice before it was answered, and without even thinking, he said, “So, what happened to one night?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to bite them back, not wanting Henri to think he was annoyed by the call.

But then that seductive chuckle he dreamed about rumbled in his ear. “You did,” Henri said, and all the blood in Bailey’s head went south.

Henri’s words were straight to the point, and so damn sexy that Bailey moved further away from the back door, just in case the people inside could hear his thumping heart. “Did I?”

“Yeah, you fucking did,” Henri said in a voice that made Bailey’s dick remember every little thing those teasing lips had done to him. “I don’t know what kind of spell you put on me, officer. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

As the raw honesty behind those words hit him, Bailey braced a hand on the rail just in case his knees gave out. But Henri wasn’t quite done reminding him just what a powerful impact he could make.

“I think about you when I’m awake. I dream about you when I’m asleep. I even think about you when I’m telling myself not to—”

“Why would you tell yourself that?”

There was a pause, and then Henri said, “Because it’s the smart thing to do.”

Bailey frowned. Smart thing to do? What does that mean?

“I should let you go. You have guests over.”

“Just my brothers and a friend,” Bailey said, but as what Henri had just said registered, he straightened and looked around.

How did Henri know he had people over? There was no way he could’ve just guessed that. But when all he saw was the dark stretch of land in front of him, Bailey said, “Where are you?”

“If I tell you I’m trespassing, will you shoot me?”

Shit. He’s here? Bailey’s cock throbbed as though it were a homing beacon for the guy, and then he looked to the opposite side of the deck, to the side of his house that was shrouded in shadows, and zeroed in on it.

With the phone still glued to his ear, Bailey could hear the wind rustling through trees through his cell, and as he headed down the stairs and around the side of his place, a hand reached out and grabbed at his wrist.

As he was tugged out of sight and shoved up against the side of the house, Bailey’s pulse skyrocketed as a rush of adrenaline flooded him.

Henri was right there, right in front of him, and as he boxed him in, Bailey knew he would do just about anything to get one more kiss, one more touch, from the bad boy who couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Chapter Seventeen

CONFESSION

Being good’s never really been my thing.

But being bad? That’s where I truly excel.

HENRI STARED INTO the stunning face now only inches from his, and all of the reasons he shouldn’t be there vanished—right along with his common sense.

With the soft glow from the window on this side of Bailey’s house, he could see the rough stubble shadowing Bailey’s jaw and wanted to run his tongue along it. He could also feel Bailey’s excitement pressed up against his own, as Henri crowded in and placed a hand on the siding by his head.

Bailey slowly lowered the phone from his ear, and when he slipped it into his pocket, he said, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, officer.” Henri wedged a foot between Bailey’s legs, and when he automatically shifted them apart and reached for his waist, Henri rolled his hips forward and groaned at the contact. “Fuck. I just want you to know, I tried to be good and stay away from you.”

Bailey licked his lips and then hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Henri’s jeans, and it was all Henri could do not to grab him and attack.

“I failed.” At those two words, a grin curled Bailey’s lips, and Henri brought a hand up to trace his thumb along his jaw line. “Should I apologize?”

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