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“Tell me,” I said, leaning over the bar, bumping into my drink and causing it to spill over the lip of the glass. “Did you use at least a nine-incher in there?”

“A what?”

“You know. A nine-incher.” I spread my hands about the size of what the cucumber would be and laughed. “See, my friend Hudson here’s a big guy, and he can take it.”

“Drew,” Hudson said sharply, shooting me a look.

“Oh, come on, you ordered a virgin cucumber drink and expected me not to say anything about it?” I rolled my eyes at the buzzkill and smiled back at the bartender. “It wasn’t a small one, was it? ’Cuz, believe it or not, he’s not a virgin.”

“That’s enough.” Hudson pushed my drink back to the bartender. “He doesn’t need any more of these.”

“Okay, Dad. Jesus.” I flicked my hand at him like I was swatting a fly and then grabbed my margarita and took a long sip.

The bartender looked between the two of us, uncertainty creasing his brow. “You’re not really his dad, are you?”

Sputtering out a laugh, I shook my head and signaled for him to come closer. “He’s not. Wanna know how I know? Before he turned into such a lame-ass, he let me put my nine-incher into his—”

Before I could finish, Hudson grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me backward at a speed that had me stumbling.

“What the—”

“Shut up.”

The low growl of his voice was as rough as the fingers digging into my bicep. It was the first time he’d touched me in years, and the shock of it had me snapping my mouth shut.

What is he doing? Have I finally pushed him to the brink of madness?

My head was spinning as we entered a dark, empty hallway, and as soon as we were out of view of anyone who could see, Hudson shoved me up against the wall.

“What thefuckis the matter with you?”

For a moment I was speechless. All I could focus on was his warm hand on my chest holding me in place, and the way his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips. Those stunning eyes of his were flashing something fierce, and my body wasn’t getting the memo that it was because he was pissed.

No, my cock could only seem to register the intensity and heat passing between us, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from reacting.

Not with Hudson caging me in. Not with him touching me.

Fuck.

“Now you decide to shut up? Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you have to start shit every time I see you?”

Finally my brain decided to come back online, and though the threat of Hudson punching me was very real, I couldn’t help pushing back at him.

“Oh come on, Montgomery,” I said, putting on an easy smile. “I was just having fun.”

“Atmyexpense. In front of our colleagues.”

“No one was listening—”

“You’d better hope to hell not, or you’re gonna have a serious problem on your hands.”

I reached up to the hand he still had pressed against my chest and circled his wrist with my fingers at the same time I arched my hips forward.

“I think you mean onyours.”

Something flashed in Hudson’s eyes then, like surprise mixed with something more incendiary. Something like…desire, but that couldn’t be right. He hated me. I hated him. This was a mutual hate situationship, for fuck’s sake.

Then why did you just make a move?

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