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slow crawl and zeroing in on the waiter s bulging crotch.
The waiter s smile did bad things to Remy s stomach, so he tossed a bill onto the
drink tray and leaned in close to make sure his words wouldn t be missed.  He s
teasing. You re too old. Now go away, fuckhead.
The waiter s smile faltered as he looked between Jamie and Remy, then his
professionally polite mask returned. Remy nodded once when he was sure the server
got the message. He grabbed the waiter s arm as he turned to leave.  Bring Lord
Fordham a fresh drink every thirty minutes; bring me four bottled waters right now.
Other than that, stay scarce. Understand?
 A bit harsh on the lad, don t you think? Jamie said, after blondie left the table.
 Try not to be too much of an ass, Man wearing, Remy drawled.  He s not your
type, remember?
 And you think you know my type? Jamie asked, and his gaze did that same
slow trip he d used with the waiter.
Remy s dick went hard, but he didn t flinch from the slow perusal. When Jaime s
eyes finally met his, Remy closed the space between them. He threaded his fingers into
the silky black hair and gave a hard jerk. Jamie s gasp quickly turned into a moan as
Remy covered his mouth with an angry, possessive kiss.
Everything leading up to the kiss had been scripted, carefully negotiated before
they left the suite in order to leave the impression that the Lord was falling under
Remington s spell. But Remy hadn t counted on the sheer wildness that watching Jamie
flirt with another man would bring.
Time spun out, the lights and noise of the club washed over them and a
throbbing, pulsing beat of desire pounded though Remy, urging him to take what was
his. He tightened his fist in Jamie s hair and pulled hard enough to arch the long,
slender neck, before he shifted his attention to the taut skin. His teeth grazed Jamie s
throat, nibbled, nipped, drawing a moan from the man sprawled beneath him in the
booth. He bit down harder and sucked up a mark low on the Jamie s collar bone. When
Mainwaring pushed against his chest, Remy slowly, reluctantly, pulled back and let
loose of the hair twisted in his hand. He shifted slightly, tracing his fingers over Jamie s
jaw, met the beautiful green gaze that swirled with equal parts desire and confusion. He
leaned in for one last taste, gently nipped on the full bottom lip that drove him mad,
then pulled back.
Remy dug deep to find a smile and forced himself back into the role he was
supposed to be playing.  It s show time, baby. I need to go talk with someone. Go
dance.
Jamie blinked slowly, and Remy watched as the fuck me hunger died away, and
was replaced by something that looked suspiciously like betrayal, before his spine
stiffened. Remy knew he d hurt Jamie once again, but on the off chance someone was
already watching them well, he was supposed to have Jamie under his spell, wasn t
he?
 Yo, mother fucker, a voice growled close behind him as he headed toward the
back hall where the bathrooms and private booths were located.
 Goddamn, Miguel, you re as ugly as ever, he said. He kept his eyes narrowed
and his face blank. They couldn t be overheard amidst the music, but neither man
would give any physical hint that this was anything other than a routine drug buy.
 That your man? Miggy thrust his chin in the direction of Mainwaring.
 Partner.
 Partner? Never figured you for the settling down type, Miggy said.
 Fuck you, Remy said, shaking his head.  You know exactly what I mean.
 I know what you re saying, and I know what I saw. We both know what it s like
to get caught up in the cover, Miggy said, and his gaze slid away.
Remy looked at the undercover cop closely then. He noticed the weight loss, red
rimmed eyes, chapped skin around the other man s nostrils.  Fuck, he said.
 No big deal, Miggy said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.  Listen, I gotta
run, man. Here s your blow. He held out a hand as if for a shake, and they exchanged
a bill for a bag.
Remy dipped his little finger into the bag, then rubbed the white powder on his
gums. He licked his lips, gave an approving nod, and then slipped the bag into his
pocket. How much longer? he asked his friend, referring to Miguel s undercover
assignment.
A month, maybe two&
You got someone to pull you out? Remy asked. He knew that Miggy usually
worked deep undercover assignments alone, but it looked as if the man had gotten in
too deep this time. It happened with the undercover narcs. No matter how hard you
tried to avoid it, sometimes the circumstances demanded that you sample the wares or
risk blowing your cover. And sometimes that taste turned into something more.
When Miggy shook his head at the question, Remy let instinct take over. Not
sure how long I m gonna be here, but when this is done, when you re finished& come
stay with me in Phoenix. Get out of here for a while.
Getting fuckin soft, Remington? You know I don t play for your team. Despite
the gruff words, there was a quiet desperation about the other cop. A desperation Remy
knew too well, had felt too often. Times when he had worried he was in danger of
falling so far into his own cover that he might never get out.
I wouldn t even fuck you with someone else s dick, Remy grinned. Besides, we
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