“Price,” Melissa Cruz barked like she was still an FBI Special Agent in Charge. The badge was long gone, but there was no denying she still ran the show around these parts. “We have a problem.”
Cam agreed. A hard dick in his face and a hard dick hanging out of his own pants, plus an unexpected visitor who was the best agent he’d ever known and was now a badass bounty hunter totaled up to a big problem. Mel cased every room she entered. Would she detect him hiding under the desk? It had a full wooden front—she couldn’t see him—but could she smell him? Smell what had been about to go down in here before she’d barged in? Or would the day’s sweat give them cover?
Nic had yanked down his shirt, and he answered Mel, his demeanor cool, calm, and collected. “Maybe we should take this elsewhere,” he said to Mel.
Great idea, otherwise Cam wasn’t getting out of the hole that was too small for his broad six-foot frame. Except how was Nic going to go anywhere with his pants undone? Cam inched forward to try to help zip him up. Nic kicked him for the effort.
Mel, however, proved a bigger problem. “On the contrary,” she said. “I’m right where I need to be.”
“What’s going on, Cruz?” Nic said.
“One of my bounties is going to be at Gravity. Tonight.” By some grace of God, her footsteps backed away from the desk. “Meet me at the bar in five, and I’ll brief you.”
Cam breathed a sigh of relief.
“And bring Cam with you.”
Thank fuck she couldn’t see him turn fourteen shades of Irish red.
The door shut. Nic rolled his chair back and laughed out loud. “You should see your face right now, Boston.”
Cam crawled out from under the desk and smacked Nic’s knee. “You kicked me!”
“I was five seconds from coming. I didn’t need your hands anywhere near my dick, especially with Mel in the room.”
Now no one was coming. But Cam wasn’t about to let Nic forget what they’d started... or think they wouldn’t finish it later. He moved quickly, lunging forward and looping the tie around the base of Nic’s dick, tying it in one of the sailor’s knots he’d learned as a kid on his dad’s boat. Not so tight as to cut off Nic’s circulation—heaven forbid—but tight enough to keep the tie in place until Cam could take it off later, preferably with his teeth.
He sat back on his haunches, grinning. “I do like it better there.”
Nic’s mouth slammed down on his, tongue diving between his lips and making Cam dizzy with the want he still tasted there. “I wonder...” He nipped at Cam’s lips. “Who’s more turned on by this? Me or you?”
Cam knew the answer, but no way was he conceding this fight. At least not until later when they’d surrender together. “You’ll have to wait and see.” He pressed his smiling lips to Nic’s. “Later, Price.”
Nic’s curved to match. “Sooner, Boston.”
TWO
As Nic strode out of his office, he struggled not to focus on the cool silk tie ends brushing the inside of his left thigh, or on the snug fit of the sailor’s knot around the base of his dick, or on what the man walking beside him had been doing to his dick five minutes ago.
“Stop thinking about the tie,” Cam said, as if reading his mind.
“This is going to be the longest goddamn meeting of my life.”
“And you’re not even technically on the clock.”
“I’d curse her if I didn’t think it would rebound somehow.”
Cam shook his head furiously, an amusing impression of their friend and colleague, Agent Lauren Hall. “Don’t tempt fate.”
At the end of the hallway, before they rounded the corner to the tasting area, Nic grasped Cam’s arm and pulled him to a stop. “You don’t have to stay here for this. You are off the clock.”
Cam’s dark eyes flared. “One”—he lifted his free hand and gestured around them—“community property once we get married.”
Nic bit back a laugh. “Not exactly how it works, and our fourth marriage license expires in five days.” They kept meaningto get married. Something low-key and informal, just friends and family, probably here or at the house. Lauren and his sister, Lette, had been on their cases about it nonstop. But between trials, cases, the never-ending remodel on the house, and Gravity’s busiest year to date, those ninety-day license windows seemed to expire in a blink.
“Details.” Cam freed his other arm and lifted that hand too, pointing his index finger directly at Nic. “And two, you’re crazy if you think I’m going to leave you here to deal with this alone. Hell, I should be sending you home. This is a law enforcement matter.”
Nic stepped closer, and Cam’s flailing hands landed on his chest. “You are not sidelining me from protecting my own brewery.”
