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believe he was doing this at work but he was slowly losing the will to care. The feeling of Jordan’s body pressed up against his, the man’s tongue licking over his skin, Jordan’s knee between his thighs—it was becoming more important than getting caught in a compromising position.

Jordan’s tongue stroked over the sensitive spot on Bailey’s shoulder where the man had bitten him the night before, and that was all it took. Bailey keened as his body went ramrod stiff, his cock thickening, aching so much it was close to pain, and he exploded.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.” Jordan’s sexy purr gave sound to the pleasure sweeping through Bailey’s body, adding to it and making it seem even more exotic. Of course, the way the man was humping his hips against him might have done it too.

Bailey’s mind was fogging, filled with ecstasy, but not hazy enough that he couldn’t figure out that he had come and Jordan had not. And the man needed to desperately if the steel pipe pressing against him was any clue.

Bailey reached down and palmed Jordan’s cock, squeezing it with his fingers. His eyes lifted to watch the pleasure moving across Jordan’s face in vivid detail. Had he ever seen a more stunning sight? Had anyone ever looked at him like he was the answer to all of their prayers?

Was this what it meant to be the center of someone’s universe?

Jordan’s lip suddenly curled back, a low growl emanating from somewhere deep inside of the man. His body stiffened until he looked like he was a statue made of marble. Bailey tightened his hand around the hard cock in Jordan’s pants and watched the man toss his head back and roar. Hot liquid saturated the front of Jordan’s pants, wetting Bailey’s hands through the thin denim material.

Bailey felt like a king.

He had done this. He had brought this gorgeous, lethal man so much pleasure that he came in his pants from a simple touch—in the middle of a firehouse. Bailey felt his face heat up as he realized what they had just done and where. Anyone could have walked around the side of the fire truck and seen them. And there was no way anyone could have misunderstood exactly what they were doing.

Bailey was so embarrassed.

“Don’t,” Jordan said vehemently as he grabbed Bailey’s jaw with his fingers. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by what is between us. I’m not.”

Bailey swallowed hard, some of his embarrassment fading under the weight of Jordan’s scrutiny. “You’re not?”

“I’d shout it to the world if you’d allowed me to.”

Bailey’s face flushed again but this time it wasn’t because he was embarrassed. Harley hadn’t exactly hidden their relationship but he hadn’t shouted it to the world either. Jordan seemed to want everyone to know that they were seeing each other.

They were seeing each other, weren’t they?

Bailey wasn’t sure.

He cocked his head to one side as he tried to read the strange emotion in Jordan’s amber eyes. “Are we dating?”

Jordan’s wide grin was sensuous and filled with promise that Bailey didn’t fully understand. “For now.”

What in the hell did that mean? Bailey let it go. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. He was still riding his high of making Jordan—a strong predator from what Bailey had learned so far—come in his pants.

“Are you done yet?”

Bailey jumped at Reno’s voice, trying to push Jordan off of him, but the guy kept a steel grip on him. Jordan wasn’t letting Bailey go just yet.

“Almost,” Jordan called out, and then tucking his fingers under Bailey’s chin, he lifted Bailey’s head, feathering a kiss over Bailey’s lips. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, my sweet Bailey.”

Bailey rolled his eyes. “I’ll try not to get shot at by a maniac again.” Like he could help it. He didn’t even know who the shooter was or why they had rained bullets at the firefighters.

Jordan nipped his lower lip. “Smart ass.”

Bailey groaned and then shoved harder at Jordan’s chest. “I really do need to get things put away.” And he needed to get cleaned up. His pants were sticky now. As if reading his mind, Jordan ran his knuckles over Bailey’s soft cock.

“I’ll be back for you later.”

“Dinner, right.” Bailey cleared his throat, feeling the awkwardness of what they had just done set in. Jordan gave a low chuckle as he kissed Bailey’s nose.

“You are so adorable when you blush.”

Bailey swatted at Jordan. “Go back to work while I change my clothes.”

The man’s rich laughter rang out in the bay as he gave Bailey one last kiss before walking away. Bailey just stood there for a moment, watching Jordan’s sweet backside and then he headed around the truck, every one of his fellow firefighters standing there grinning at him.

“Perverts.”

“It’s just good to see you happy again,” Flint replied. “You’re a handsome man when you smile.”

“Better not let Jordan hear you say that,” Reno warned. “The guy might just be a mechanic, but I have a feeling he’s pretty lethal when it comes to Bailey.”

Bailey ignored the men as he headed toward the showers. He didn’t know why everyone assumed that Jordan was so possessive of him. They were just friends right now. Okay, friends with benefits. Although Bailey truly enjoyed what he and Jordan had going, he wasn’t foolish enough to believe that Jordan was that head over heels for him.

For fuck’s sake, they barely knew each other.

Bailey liked Jordan, a lot. But everyone made it sound as though Jordan would kill someone over him. That was ludicrous.

Bailey took a quick shower and changed, heading into the media room. Travis and Flint were in there, arguing over the remote. He solved their argument by snagging the remote out of Flint’s hand and dropping down in one of the chairs.

“What did you do that for?” Flint asked.

“Because I could,” Bailey answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

Travis laughed. “The old Bailey is back. It’s about damn time.”

Bailey thought so too. It felt good to shrug the blanket of depression and smile

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