One
Cam had seen Nic in all manner of dress.
And undress.
Suited was his default, the workaholic spending most of his waking hours in Assistant US Attorney mode.The gray one paired with the ice-blue tie that matched his eyes was Cam’s favorite.When he switched from lawyer to brewery owner, Nic would trade the suit for worn jeans and a snug black Gravity tee.Cam liked that look a helluva lot too.Even better was when they were at home and Cam could rid him of all his clothes, strip him down, and kiss every inch of his tattooed skin.
Tonight’s outfit, though, blew all the rest out of the water and confused the fuck out of Cam.He couldn’t decide whether he wanted Nic to never take off his Navy dress blues or if he wanted to rip them off him this very second.
“You’ve got that look again,” Nic murmured at his side.
“What look is that?”
Mischief sparkled in Nic’s eyes, joined by the sparkle of the red, white, and blue lights that dangled over theUSS Wisconsin’sdeck.“Like you want to find the nearest empty cabin and fuck.”
Cam raised a brow.“Is that an option?Because yes.”
Nic threw his head back and laughed.
The sight and sound did Cam no favors in the turned-on department.“You’re gonna pay for this back at the hotel room.”When they weren’t on a battleship in the Elizabeth River surrounded by hundreds of other current and former sailors.
“We barely got out of the hotel room as it was.”
“What did you think was going to happen when you put on that uniform?”
“I might have misjudged your reaction.”Sliding his arm along the rail behind him, Nic nuzzled his freshly shaven cheek.“And my reaction to you in a tux.”
“You saw me in a tux at Aidan and Jamie’s wedding.It had fucking tails.”
“Oh, I remember,” Nic whispered hotly.“And now that I can do more than just kiss you breathless in an elevator, I’ve got all kinds of ideas.”
Biting back a groan, Cam shifted closer.“One, I kissed you breathless.Two, please tell me your ideas involve getting me out of this fucking suit.”He hated formal wear and had had to wear entirely too much of it lately.
“Piece.By.Fucking.Piece.”Each word was punctuated with a kiss.
Cam poked a finger through a gap in the buttons of Nic’s jacket and yanked him closer.“Not fast enough.”
“Captain Price.”
Nic did groan then, only loud enough for Cam to hear, before he plastered on a fake grin and turned to face the interruption.His grin turned true, however, when his gaze fell on the man of the hour.
“Admiral,” he said, drawing out of Cam’s arms and giving the older gentleman a back-slapping hug.“You throw a good party.”
The admiral returned the hug, then claimed a spot on the rail next to Nic.“Wish you would’ve let me throw you one when you retired.”
“I didn’t have a lifetime of service like you.”
“Twenty years’ worth, Price.Nothing to scoff at.”
Nic stood a little taller, and Cam couldn’t help but concur.“He’s still serving as one of the best federal prosecutors in San Francisco.”
“You’re not biased or anything,” Nic said with a smile.
He shrugged.“You make my life easier, that’s for damn sure.”
“You work with Nic?”the admiral asked.
Nic placed a hand on his back, ushering him slightly forward.“Admiral Bailey, let me introduce my boyfriend, Cameron Byrne, Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the FBI field office in San Francisco.”
