“I mean it.” Something genuine flickered in his expression before the mask came back. “Now if you'll excuse me, I should finish what I came here to do.”
He walked away. Deliberately. Confidently. Like he hadn't just dismantled my control in the middle of a diplomatic function while my cock strained painfully against my trousers.
Viktor appeared at my shoulder. “You are in trouble.”
“I know.”
“He is different.”
“I know that too.”
“Good.” Viktor's hand settled on my shoulder briefly. “Try not to ruin it by being stubborn. Or by thinking too much. Some things are worth risk.”
He left before I could respond. I stood there, half-hard and thoroughly wrecked, watching Cal move through the crowd like he owned it.
I'd told myself I could keep this professional. Could maintain boundaries.
But watching him dance, feeling him against me, seeing that look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing?—
Viktor was right.
I was in trouble.
And the worst part was, I didn't want to find my way out.
