We hadn’t talked. I’dbeen expecting an awkward conversation after. An apology for what had happened,a gentle letdown, but there hadn’t been time for it.
A problem for later. Rightnow, I had a useful lead, one I could exploit, and I planned on doing exactlythat.
I stared at a fresh emailfor a few moments, wondering what to say.
Jimmy,
A sound elsewhere in theapartment made me pause, my whole body on high alert. Was Vincent back?
Silence.
I listened for anothermoment. When nothing else caught my attention, I decided that it’d either beenoutside, or my imagination.
Jimmy,
How’s the new jobgoing? I hear Nevada’s lovely this time of year.
That worked. Nice friendlygreeting. Butter him up before asking a favor.
I’m hoping youmight know someone who can help me with something—I need to trace a fileupload. I’m sure this is actually very simple, but I don’t know where tostart.
I hated admitting that. Ishouldhave known, but I didn’t. What kind of detective was I if I couldn’t evenfigure out how to find where something had come from on the internet?
I’ve attached thefile and a link to where I found it. Let me know if you need any moreinformation.
I could have asked morepolitely, but Jimmy owed me one. I knew there was a reason I’d stuck my neckout to get him a second chance, even after he’d put Miles through hell. Hisheart had been in the right place, and his mind had been wasted in medicalresearch. Maybe getting him work in security was about to pay off.
For Quinn’s sake, I didn’tmind calling in a favor. He needed someone, and that someone was me.
The sound of the showerbursting into life caught me by surprise. Quinn must have been up. That wouldhave explained the sound from earlier.
Don’t think of himin the shower.
Letting things go as far asthey had was a mistake. I knew that. I couldn’t have Quinn.
I’d seen the panic in hiseyes when he’d thought his uncle was going to catch us. There was no way inhell I could risk doing that to him, not if he wasthatafraid of beingcaught with another man. It hurt to see him so scared, but it wasn’t my place todrag him kicking and screaming out of the closet.
And yet, my mind wentstraight back to Quinn, and the sound of the shower. An unhelpful mental imageof him leaning with one hand against the cool tiles, the other trailing downhis belly and curling around his cock popped up front and center.
I sighed, flopping back onthe bed. My own hand followed the same path, palm massaging my hardening cockthrough my underwear. A hiss escaped me as the edge of my thumb caught thehead, heavy with blood and sensitive.
Last night had gotten me allworked up and ready to strip Quinn off and have my wicked way with him, and Ihadn’thad time todoanything about all that built up tension yet.
I’d seen him withkiss-swollen lips and lust-darkened eyes, eager and willing andwanting.
My standards didn’t need to belowered to want that. Quinn was gorgeous all over.
What Iwantedwas tohead into the bathroom, strip off, and join him in the shower. Pin him to thetiles and suck on his tongue and stroke his cock until he came gasping into mymouth.
What Ineededwas agood kick in the arse. I couldn’t think about him like that.
This was just thedesperation of a man who hadn’t gotten laid in much too long. I could handle it.
I was a professional.
Sort of.
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