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“If you can think this hard, I didn’t do my job,” Robert teased, running his fingertips up and down Will’s spine.

Will chuckled softly then groaned when his dick twitched. “I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t have denied myself for so long.”

Robert sighed. “Sometimes you have to explore to understand.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, maybe.” He pressed his lips to Robert’s chest. “Are you okay?”

Robert gave him a ‘well duh,’ look. “I just blew the top of my head off with that orgasm and you’re asking me if I’m okay? I should be asking you the same question.”

Will laughed again and sighed. “I love you.” Will tensed. Embarrassment flooded him. What the fuck had he been thinking?I love you? He gave you a damn good orgasm and now you’re spouting off words of love? What the fuck is wrong with you?He pushed off of Robert and tried to scramble away. The words slipped out. He didn’t know if he loved Robert or not. Sure he liked the FBI agent, but loved? More like lust. He lusted after Robert. Nothing more. Nothing less. It was stupid. His wires got crossed that’s all it was. Maybe he hadn’t said it loud enough and Robert hadn’t heard him. Yeah, maybe. But, as he peered up at the man, the truth stared back at him. Robert heard every word Will spoke.

I’m screwed.

10

Will was gutted. The emotional turmoil churning in his stomach left him raw and open. Like a seeping wound that wasn’t healing properly. Except his wound was internal and of his own making. He’d gone through great pains to make sure his features remained placid and unaffected when he woke up the next morning in Robert’s bed.

They’d taken the dogs for a quick walk through the upstairs garden then, after a quick breakfast, Robert had helped Will loaded his car so he could go home post-haste. He blew out a breath, waiting for the moment Robert would drop some bombshell on him about feelings and entanglements. He’d deserve it too. It’d been a little over six months since Tristan walked out of his life without a backward glance. He didn’t need to be cozying up to the FBI agent who was trying to find a painting stolen from his museum. It would end up messy—not that telling said FBI agent he loved him, would end any less disastrous.

Will drop the façade once he turned the corner, leaving behind the club.

He was such a fucking idiot.

What had he been thinking?

He wasn’t. He’d told Robert, moments after experiencing the most euphoric orgasm of his life that he loved him. Several times he opened his mouth to add some caustic retort about loving the orgasm not the man, but he couldn’t push the words past his lips.That’s what happens when you think with your little head and not your big one.

Deep down, emotionally, Will could honestly say he'd been in lust with Robert. The word vomit from last night had been about the passion between them and the mind-altering orgasms. No one had ever gotten him off like Robert had and therein lay the problem. He didn't love Robert. He loved the fact Robert knew what he was doing.

It was too early to make such declarations anyway.

Although, experience told him, feelings of love could happen quickly. His parents were a prime example of such love. His parents met and married within three months. Their love was still strong and true thirty-plus years later. The love his parents shared, was something Will yearned for all his life and he swore he wouldn’t settle for anything less—Tristan notwithstanding.

Poor Robert, how unbearable the whole situation must have been for him. At least he didn’t bring up Will’s faux pas, even though it ate away at Will. Most likely the other man couldn’t wait to get Will out of his house and life. He surely hadn’t protested when Will said he had to go home to check on his place and schedule the crew to come back out to open his house back up.

All because I had to open my big freaking mouth. I never learn.

Of course, Will being Will, stressed about it the entire drive home. He blinked when he pulled into his parking spot. He didn’t even remember the drive home.Shit! Snap out of it. You could have killed yourself.

Will groaned as he opened his door then got out. Dio laid on the backseat snoozing away without a care in the world. What he wouldn’t give to be so carefree and unstressed. After turning off the alarm to his house, he began the process of bringing everything back inside. He then wrangled Dio into the house so he could let him out in the yard to do his business.

Once all of their stuff was put away, Will picked up his phone, and as per Robert’s request, sent him a text letting him know he’d arrived home safe and sound. A read receipt came back almost immediately, and yet he held the phone in his hand waiting to see if a bubble with three dots showed up. It really shouldn’t have surprised him when Robert didn’t respond.

Determined to not let what happened affect him more than it already had, he placed a call to Kristen. He needed a pep talk or a commiseration drink or something. Something to help him forget being such a spazz. Lucky for him, she answered after the second ring.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you until later today. Much later actually,” she said, a bit out of breath.

“I came home after breakfast.” Will kept his tone neutral even though his stomach was still in knots.

“Things not go well for you last night, Will?” Concern filled her tone. She was, if anything, highly perceptive.

Things went swimmingly until he opened his big mouth. He wasn’t going to tell her that though. At least not over the phone. “Umm. You think you can meet me for a late lunch, early dinner?” Being face to face for their conversation would make it easier than doing it over the phone. Maybe because he could whine about how stupid he was or perhaps it was because he wouldn’t be drinking alone. Either way, he needed the girl time.

“Can I bring Angie? We’re supposed to meet up later for drinks.”

He snorted. “Of course.”

“When and where?”

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