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Bailey’s dick twitched in his palm, and he barely managed to stifle a groan. Well, he thought he did until Henri said in his ear, “You still in bed?”
“That was the order, wasn’t it?”
There was a pause for a moment, and Bailey wondered if maybe he’d read too much into that text. Maybe Henri had meant it more of a suggestion.
But then Henri spoke up and relieved Bailey of his worry.
“It was.”
Bailey’s heart thumped in time to his pulsing dick.
“Do you like taking orders, Bailey?”
He had no idea. He’d never been given one before—not in bed, anyway. But judging by the hard cock between his legs, it was a good bet.
“Bailey?”
Bailey bit down on his lip and shut his eyes. God, was he really going to admit this out loud? Oh, who am I kidding? I totally am.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “How about you give me one the next time you see me and we’ll find out?”
The growl that came through the phone was a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Bailey’s hips rose from the bed in response.
“I’m gonna take you up on that,” Henri promised in a wickedly hot voice that made Bailey’s entire body tremble. “But since I’m not seeing you until tomorrow…how about you talk to me about something else? Or I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
Bailey couldn’t stop the flood of disappointment that washed over him. He still had to get through one more shift before he got to see Henri. As he reluctantly let go of himself, Bailey reached for the pillow Henri had used just the other day and brought it up under his nose.
Breathing in the lingering scent, Bailey shut his eyes and imagined Henri lying there beside him, and then a soft chuckle rumbled in his ear. “You gonna start talking to me, officer? Or keep making those hot sighs in the phone that have my dick so hard I could drill through a concrete wall?”
Shit. Bailey hadn’t even realized he was making any kind of sound, but it felt good to be able to get such a strong reaction from Henri. It made him feel…sexy.
“I can talk.”
“Well, after that, I’m not sure I’ll be able to respond.”
Bailey chuckled. “Okay, let’s start with something easy, then. How was your day?”
“Long. You went to work, you came home and slept, and I stared at a clock waiting for you to call me.”
Bailey bit down on the inside of his cheek to hold back his laughter, more than a little pleased to know that Henri had spent the better part of the day and night thinking about him.
“You put a spell on me or something, Bailey?”
If only it were that easy. He’d have to add in, never leave and fall hopelessly in lo—
Wait up. Slow your roll there, Bay. One step at a time. Date first, get to know each other second, then maybe fall… “Would that be so bad?”
He wasn’t sure why, but Bailey held his breath as he waited for Henri’s answer.
“I don’t think there’s one bad thing about you, Craig Bailey.”
That caught Bailey off guard, and he swallowed back the emotions now blocking his throat. When he finally got a handle on himself and could form a sentence again, he shifted to sit up in the bed and said, “Does that bother you?”
“Does what bother me?”
“That I’m”—Bailey thought of Xander’s nickname for him—“Saint Bailey.” Sean was forever referring to Bailey as the mother hen, the worrier, the…golden boy of the family. “That I’m kind of, I don’t know, boring and strait-laced, compared to you.”
Bailey wasn’t sure what kind of response he expected, but when Henri said, “Didn’t seem too straight to me when I was on your kitchen floor yesterday,” Bailey couldn’t help his laugh.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“No?”
“No. I just meant that I’ve had the same job forever, lived in the same place my whole life. I don’t go out a lot, or date, for that matter, and I kind of like to keep to myself.”
When Bailey realized just how unexciting that made him sound, he rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. Way to ruin a sexy wake-up call there, Bay.
“Okay. I’m going to shut up now, because I just realized you might’ve actually thought I was more interesting than this until I started to talk.”
“Bailey?”
“Yeah?”
“Nothing about you bothers me.” Henri paused. “Not even the fact that I’m not bothered anymore, no matter how…difficult that turns out to be.”
Well, shit, that didn’t sound all that positive. But before Bailey could tell Henri he had nothing to worry about, Henri started to talk again.
“I mean, really, let’s put this in perspective. You’re stressing because you think I find you boring, and I’m over here wondering how your meeting went with your brother who picked me up for paying a hooker.”
