Page 43 of Out of Control

“What do you mean? I focus on my job—”

“Cut the crap. You forget I’ve had sex with you, bro. You’re no monk and never will be. You have needs and a sex drive that rivals the best of them. How in the bloody hell have you survived a whole decade without going there? I would’ve lost my mind about nine and a half years ago.”

“So you went the slut route after we split?” Spencer asked a shade sourly.

“Actually, not at all. I also have a rather demanding job, in case you hadn’t noticed, and I move around a lot. But I certainly wasn’t celibate the whole time.”

While Drago carried the empty teacups to the kitchen sink, Spencer moved over to the aged sofa. It was tall and the cushions stiff. God, even the furniture of the Stalinist era was rigid and uncompromising.

Dray strolled toward him, and Spencer tried, really tried, not to watch. Not to notice his muscular body. Not to admire his catlike grace. Not to lust after his athleticism and confidence, not to envy how comfortable the guy was in his own skin. If only he could make peace with himself like that someday.

Drago flopped down beside him with a grunt. “Don’t you live in a constant state of readiness to explode?”

“What do you mean?”

Without warning, Drago reached over and rested his hand on Spencer’s zipper.

Spencer’s cock leaped to attention with perhaps the fastest hard-on he’d ever gotten. Blood gushed into his member as if from a broken water main, and he went from soft to iron-pipe hard in the space of a single breath.

“Dude,” Drago breathed. “Hair trigger. How do you stand it?”

Spencer batted Drago’s hand away, a little embarrassed at how violently his body had reacted.

“Aww, c’mon. You sure you don’t want me to help you out with that? It would be my pleasure. Sucking you was like licking a strawberry cheesecake pop, all creamy and smooth and sweet-tart. And I do owe you one. After all, I drugged you and dragged you to Germany.”

Spencer bit back an urge to groan with need. “Does this mean I owe you one for drugging you and dragging you to Jordan?”

“As a matter of fact, I think it does,” Drago answered, grinning.

“Have you learned nothing from the last time around? Neither one of us needs a dangerous distraction.”

“So I’m dangerous, am I?” Drago murmured, his voice rough and low.

“Don’t go there,” Spencer warned.

Drago moved lightning fast, giving him no time at all to react, turning and throwing his leg across Spencer’s lap. Without warning, Dray was straddling his hips. And sweet baby Jesus, he liked it.

Drago’s junk, which also was suspiciously hard and springy all of a sudden, rubbed along the shaft of Spencer’s intense erection. He draped his arms over Spencer’s shoulders and laughed at him. “Don’t go where, Spence? I’ll go anywhere you want me to.”

Swear to God, sweat popped out on Spencer’s forehead. “We can’t do this!”

“Sure we can.”

“Weshouldn’tdo this,” he tried.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to. You and I have never had the best judgment when it comes to this thing between us.”

“What thing between us? There’s no thing between us.”

“A word of advice? Never try to lie to me. You suck at it. You have all the tells. Gaze sliding down and left, overenunciation, holding my gaze too long afterward.”

“Get off me.” He tried to heave Drago off of his lap, but the man was big and heavy and also knew every countermove to the ones Spencer tried. Worse, he’d anticipated Spencer trying to toss him off and had been ready and waiting for it.

Subsiding beneath Drago’s intensely masculine and sexy weight, he stilled, doing his level best to school his voice to calm. Reason. “Seriously, Drago. We both have real careers now. Reputations to protect. We cannot let ourselves go down this road again.”

“Why not?”

“We’re adults now. Not horny kids.”

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