Page 15 of Gentleman Sadist

Their Will? The protective tone of her voice had him mentally grinning. “Museum.”

Surprise filled Angie’s features. “You’re the agent who’s in charge of the investigation?”

Robert nodded. “Yes.”

“Talk about small world,” Angie muttered. “So what brought you here tonight?”

Five sets of eyes were trained on him in protection mode. He was being interviewed for their best friend; he had no doubts about it. He glanced at Will. "I'm here for my partner's bachelor party. This is not my scene. I like other places." He cut his gaze to Will. "Someplace fun in fact. This is all a bit... Much."

“Do you dance?” Kristen braced her chin on her palm. “Will is an excellent dancer.”

Robert licked his bottom lip. “I can handle my own.”

“You should dance with him,” Kristen added, nudging Will.

If looks could kill, Kristen would have been dead. Robert laughed internally while Will gave each of the ladies an incredulous look. “I’m sure he has better things to do than dance with me.” The absoluteness in his voice didn’t surprise Robert.

“I don’t mind.” He held out his hand to Will.

He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to, Robert. They’re trying to play matchmaker for me.”

“They’re not making me do anything I don’t want to,” he said with a small smile. “No one can.”

Will blinked then stood. “Okay then.” He glared at the women at the table. “Don’t think you’ve won this round.”

Angie and Kristen held up their hands while biting back a laugh. Kayla, Roxy, and Kat openly enjoyed the moment. The love he saw in their eyes for Will, took his breath away. They’d do anything for the man, including seeing him happy.

As they made their way to the dance floor, Will said, “I’m sorry for all this. You should be with your friends, enjoying Benjamin’s party.”

Robert pulled him to a stop. "What if I told you, I'm having fun with you too?" It wasn't a lie. He'd been trying to come up with a reason to return to the museum so he could see Will again. However, without new evidence or something to force him to go back, he was left to work the case from his office in Orlando.

“Oh?” Will quirked a brow. “But you barely know me.”

“Then let’s get acquainted.” He placed his hand on the small of Will’s back. Warmth spread along his arm and over his chest. He took a minute to revel in the sensation.

“Sure.” The music changed to something a bit more sensual and Will began to dance.

Robert stood there in disbelief, spellbound by the man rolling his hips as he moved to the beat of the music. They hadn’t been lying when they said Will could dance. Will flashed him a saucy grin then held his hand out. Robert readily took it, joining the man. Will pressed his back to Robert’s chest as they grooved to the music. He wrapped his arm around the assistant curator’s waist, directing his body. The brush and rub of Will’s hips across Robert’s groin was pure torture of the best kind. The muscles of Will’s stomach bunched as he ran his fingernails across the man’s skin.

“You’re really good at this,” Will said.

“So are you,” Robert replied.

Will spun and faced him. His amber eyes sparkled with excitement. His hand went to Robert’s chest. He curled his fingers into the fabric, giving a little tug, throwing Robert off balance. They stumbled together and Robert caught Will, so they didn’t fall into the people behind them. Again, Will laughed. Their breath came in soft pants. Their chests were pressed together. It would be so easy for Robert to close the distance and press his lips to Will’s, yet he resisted.

“Come to my club tomorrow night. Bring your friends,” Robert said, while trying to catch his breath. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Ian and Devon and the guys.”

A bit of reluctancy filled Will’s features. “I don’t know. We weren’t going to a club—I don’t go to clubs anymore.”

“Would you make an exception for me and join me?” Robert began to move again, this time guiding their bodies together in a gritty dance filled with promise and temptation.

Will’s gaze lowered. “What if I’m not submissive?”

Robert shrugged. “I’d like to see you again.”

"Why?" he asked. "You're an FBI agent. We met once due to the break-in. Why do you want to get to know me?"

The skepticism in Will's voice didn't deter Robert. He could see the hurt etched into the man's features and eyes. Sure, Will tried to hide it. However, his misery was plain as day. He played a part for all of his friends. Robert saw through it because he’d been there himself several times.

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