Page 26 of In the Nick of Time
Nick looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Dancing?”
Doug huffed a laugh, the first one Nick had heard from him since the afternoon. A dimple appeared and Nick’s mind boggled. Doug Swanson had a dimple. That automatically meant that Nick had to do everything in his power to get Doug to smile more often. A dimple could not be wasted on a man as sexy as Agent Swanson.
Nick’s newest mission became making Doug laugh as often as he could. And no, he wasn’t going to think too much about that, either.
“What dance is this? Does it have a name?”
“I call it Wind Guy.”
Using his strength, Doug spun Nick around so they were chest to chest, crotch to crotch. “Were you inspired by strip mall smoke shops?” he asked.
“Maybe?” Nick replied. The red or yellow tube men meant to get customers’ attention always made him laugh.
“It’s awful.”
“I think I’m offended.”
“No, you’re not. I bet you have some fact in your head about how dancing helps old people stay healthy.”
“Well… now that you mention it.”
Doug bent so he was whispering in Nick’s ear. “Don’t—don’t do anything stupid, but the coin worked. We’ve been invited to the back.”
“Oh.” Nick ground harder against Doug, hoping to get more of a rise out of him. “Are we going in?”
“Yes. But first I need to use the restroom.”
“Are we having public sex? I’ve never done that.”
Doug let him go and stepped back. “No, we are not. There is no study anywhere that claims public sex is good for a person’s health.”
“Fine,” Nick pouted. “I’ll just stay here and dance with the girls. Bethany likes me. She said I was cute and a good dancer.”
“No. You’re coming with me.”
“But you said no sex.”
“Oh. My. God.”
Doug grabbed Nick’s hand and dragged him to a dark hallway with a restroom sign at the end. Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Doug gave Nick a gentle shove inside. The restroom was a single. And it had a lock.
“You are brilliant,” Nick stated.
“This is just to get the edge off. You’ve been teasing me since we got here.”
“Right, right. No expectations. I remember.”
“Good. Unzip those jeans. I don’t want to rip anything.”
Leaning his ass against the sink, Nick unzipped his favorite pair of skinny jeans. His cock popped out like it had been waiting for this moment forever.
“No underwear,” Doug growled.
“You watched me get dressed.”
“I forgot.”
Languidly, Nick began to stroke himself. “I’m not sure forgetting important facts like whether I’d gone commando even before you retire is a good sign. What are you waiting for? My hand is great and all, but yours feels better. Much better.”
