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and he’d never
risk losing her for a fling.
    Would it be a fling?
    He tamped down his thoughts and leaned against the bar,
hiding his erection. “Ellie, I’m sorry about the things I said while we were
making love. I shouldn’t have—”
    “Why are you sorry? I mean, it was hot. It got us both off.
What’s the big deal?”
    He issued a long sigh and met her turquoise gaze. Gods, her
eyes were beautiful. Round and as deep as the Caribbean Sea. He never wanted to
see darkness swimming in those lovely depths. He never wanted to put it there.
    Yet he had to come clean with her. He owed her that.
    “I said I knew where that little stream of consciousness had
come from.”
    She nodded and her auburn waves tumbled over her shoulders,
dripping down to her full breasts. “Okay…”
    “You know I had a short relationship with a man long ago,
right?”
    She set her glass down. “Yes.”
    “Well, lately I’ve been thinking about doing that again.
Being with a man. Not live as a gay man, but maybe explore…sexually.” He looked
up into her gaze and a fist of surprise caught him in the gut. His breath
whooshed from him.
    Her eyes were narrowed in that lustful expression that
usually sent him over the edge when he was making love to her.
    “You’re turned-on,” he said.
    “Mmm-hmm. More than you can know.”
    He took the plunge. “Ellie, earlier today something happened
between me and Mitch.”
    She sat up straighter, interest sparking all over her lovely
face. “Mitch, the Italian stud at the firehouse?” She knew Mitch from various
gatherings—summer barbecues, Christmas dinners and even the Firemen Galas where
they danced long into the night for charity.
    Pearce picked up on her choice of words. “You think he’s a
stud.”
    “ You do,” she said matter-of-factly, seeing too
deeply into him as always. There was no escaping it. She had to know
everything.
    He came around the bar and drew her into his arms. “Today in
the sauna we jacked off together.”
    She sucked in a breath and then blew it in a rush across his
chest. “Touching each other?”
    “No, just mutual masturbation. But, Ellie, I wanted to touch
him. Hell, I wanted to drop to my knees and put my mouth on him.” His voice
came out strangled.
    She pulled back enough to study his face. That scholarly
expression she always wore when puzzling something out for a hospital
administration meeting or a new budget plan came over her. A crinkle appeared
between her arching red-gold brows.
    “You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s wrong and it
can’t go any further. That’s why I shouldn’t have brought it into our bedroom,
even as a fantasy.”
    “You want to bring Mitch in to fuck me?”
    “Yes— No! Fuck, Ellie, you’re sending me off balance, and I
haven’t had more than twelve hours of sleep in four days.” He released her and
scrubbed his hands over his face, wishing he’d actually drunk some of the
coffee he’d poured himself.
    “Listen, I can’t lay a hand on Mitch, even if I wanted to.
There are rules at the firehouse, and it would be grounds for termination if
such a thing got out. Besides, the other guys would be creeped out, thinking
I’m going to stalk them in the shower room. It’s not going to happen.”
    “But it already did happen. You rubbed one off together and
crossed a boundary.”
    Shit, yeah, they had, and it had been fucking amazing. The
hardest release he’d had in a long time. Watching the pleasure cross Mitch’s
face, seeing his body stiffen as his white cream spurted from his cock…
    He grew harder.
    Ellie slid a hand down his length through his underwear. He
met her gaze and let her see his struggle. Only to her would he reveal it,
because it needed to be locked up as soon as he left this house tomorrow
morning for his shift.
    A shift with Morelli.
    His wife leaned in and lapped his nipple with her little
pink tongue. He groaned.
    Running her deft fingers around the rim of his swollen head,
she