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regret?”
    “Something like that.”
    “So you’d regret it, is that what you’re saying?”
    “Yes. No. I mean… Crap! Of course I wouldn’t bloody regret it. But you might.”
    “What makes you think that?”
    If Langham didn’t take a step back and remove that hard-on from Oliver’s arse… Now wasn’t the time, was it? To indulge in a fuck, or at the very least some frantic petting. Oliver’s mind went into overdrive. This was the first time Langham had crossed the invisible line between them, one that had always been there without them ever having to mention it. Yeah, they’d flirted, made it clear they liked one another, but shit, why was Langham acting like this today? Why now? What had made him step up to the plate when he’d said he cared for him as a friend?
    Oliver’s heart raced at the same speed as the questions firing through his mind. “Um, you’ve never…never come this close to me before. Not like this. Not—”
    “With my cock hard? That what you were going to say?”
    “Well, no, but you have a point.”
    “Hell, yeah, I have a damn point, and it’s throbbing like a son of a bitch.”
    Oliver imagined that point, that rounded tip of a cock he’d only ever dreamt about. Yeah, he’d studied the swell of it as it rested beneath Langham’s zipper—studied it on more than one occasion when the detective’s attention had been on anything but Oliver’s face—but this? Imagining it like this? When it was so close?
    Fuck.
    He turned, removing his hand from the doorknob and instantly regretting the loss of skin contact. Still, pressed chest to chest with Langham instead wasn’t something to be sniffed at. Having Langham look at him, staring deep into his eyes the way he was… That more than made up for skin on skin. Oliver knew the signs of lust when he saw them, just not on Langham’s face, and it was alien seeing them there. Oh, he’d imagined that, too, the look he was getting now, but had never thought he’d receive it. They worked together, had a drink in a bar after a long day’s work, got close to one another in the car, arms brushing as Langham shifted gears, but nothing like this.
    Nothing so sexual and goddamn erotic.
    “It’s about time we acknowledged this,” Langham said, lifting his hands to cup them on Oliver’s shoulders.
    He needs to take those hands away. If he doesn’t… “It is? Oh, right.”
    What else could he say? He hadn’t been expecting this. If he had, maybe he could have come out with one of his witty answers, some retort to have Langham laughing, have them back on the even keel they had been on before. Instead, he was floundering for something to say that wouldn’t offend Langham, but at the same time would get the detective to walk away. Although, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. His cock pressed against Oliver’s was damn fine, and he wondered what it would feel like without clothing between them.
    Hot. Soft.
    And he wanted it.
    “There’s something there, Oliver, between us.”
    “There’s something between us all right,” he said, trying for lightness, a little banter to ease the raging ache inside him. “But now isn’t, uh, the time to—”
    “Do anything about it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You’re right, of course, but it doesn’t stop me wanting to get my cock out, get yours out, and—”
    “Okay, enough!” Oliver put his hands on Langham’s chest—fuck, that felt good—and gently pushed him away. He cursed himself immediately, but shit, anyone could knock on the door at any time. “Someone might catch us doing something we shouldn’t.” He strode away to his chair, hoping that Louise would come back so he could concentrate on her instead of his engorged dick and the feelings swimming through him.
    “Shouldn’t?” Langham followed him, planted his hands on the armrests and loomed over Oliver. “That what you think? That we shouldn’t?”
    Oliver looked up at him, lost again in those damn eyes. “Not shouldn’t.