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Brantley fingered his straw for a second and then asked, “How would you feel about breaking out your white leather pants?”
When Jordan’s mouth fell open, a huge grin split Brantley’s lips. Then he took a sip of his drink.
When his friend finally got himself under control, he said, “Don’t play with me.”
Jordan had been trying to get him to a club for…well, a long time. So what if Brantley wasn’t giving him all the details? He’d find out soon enough.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
When a cheeky grin hit his friend’s lips and he tsked, Brantley laughed.
“Why, Professor Hayes,” Jordan said, batting his eyelashes. “What could’ve possibly made you want to go clubbing again?”
There was no need for an answer. Jordan knew exactlywhohad Brantley wanting to go back to their old haunt.
“Is that a yes?”
“Hmm. Well, I don’t think I own those white pants anymore, but…count me in,” he told him, and then added a wink. “Actually, that’s more likely going to be his line, right? Ahh, yes… ‘In like Flynn.’ Or should we say Finn? Never has a phrase been more appropriate.”
“Okay, that’s enough out of you. Shut up and eat your food, would you?”
“Yes, dear. Just give me the time and place and I’ll be there.”
Chapter 20
DANIEL WAS HAVING a hard time keeping his hands off Brantley as they sat in the back of the Uber car that was driving them toward Boyz. He tried to think of the last time he’d been dancing, but it’d been so long that he couldn’t actually remember.
The last few months, he’d been so busy working that he hadn’t felt the desire to spend his nights in a packed club. But it wouldn’t have mattered if it had only been last week. The fact that he was going back tothisclub withthisman had his adrenaline spiking in a way he hadn’t felt for years.
He was looking forward to the night. Not only because of the man sitting beside him, but because it was also the first time he’d gone out with Derek since he’d been back, and what better place to do it than where they used to work.
When he’d brought it up, his friend had laughed and, in true Derek style, asked, “Do you even own anything that doesn’t button up to your neck? They frown upon three-piece suits at that kind of establishment.”
And while he wasn’t dressed in his minuscule white shorts from back in the day, his black-collared shirt and dark jeans were clearly having the desired effect on the man beside him. Brantley hadn’t taken his eyes, or his hands, off him.
“Professor, would you kindly quit looking at me like you want to fuck me right here in the car? I’d like to be able to walk into the club when we arrive.”
“Hmm… You don’t like how I’m looking at you?”
“That is certainlynotthe problem. Just keep your fuck-me eyes to yourself until we’re inside.”
Brantley pursed his lips as he took Daniel’s words under careful consideration and then shook his head. “No.”
Daniel’s cock took immediate interest at the playfulness in Brantley’s eyes. “No?”
“No. For years, you teased me at this damn club. Always watching me.”
“Me? I wasn’t forcing you to be there.” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Brantley’s temple. “Youcouldn’t stay away.”
When Brantley turned his head, the desire in his eyes had Daniel balling his fists to keep from reaching for him.
“Well, I had to keep an eye on what was—” Brantley clamped his teeth down into his lower lip to halt his words. But Daniel knew exactly what he’d been going to say, and wanted to hear it. So he put his mouth against Brantley’s and whispered, “What wasyours?”
“Yes,” Brantley sighed.
Daniel lost the battle to keep his hands off him then. He held Brantley’s face still as he dipped his tongue between those lips to tease him. As Brantley’s eyes slid shut and he angled his head to get closer, Daniel traced his tongue along his lower lip and then sucked on it until the fingers on his thigh flexed.
When he raised his head, the intense expression in Brantley’s eyes was hot and possessive and so reminiscent of the man who used to commandeer his every thought that Daniel’s breath got lodged somewhere in the back of his throat.