What Not to Wear

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“Lunch, did you say?” Doug raised his eyebrows. He grinned broadly and licked his lips. “Like, now?”
Beckett coughed as if he knew Doug wasn’t just referring to a cheese and pickle sandwich…

Just before Beckett was nudged back up against the side of the elevator car, he caught sight of his lover and colleague’s T-shirt. His gut gave a familiar churn and his mouth dried.

Doug watched Beckett’s fingers under the cloth, probably teasing a nipple. Or both. A bead of sweat ran down the middle of his back. Maybe his guy didn’t need Doug’s personal crusade to lighten up as much as he thought…

A quick sidestep, an unanticipated grip of the elbow, and he had Doug pressed back onto the Board table. Doug gave a grunt of surprise, and his hand scraped across the varnished surface, seeking purchase…

The sudden noise from the telephone was shrill, the cradle rocking on the desk as they thrust alongside each other. Beckett reached out to answer it.
“Leave it!” Doug groaned…

Beckett’s hands weren’t captured anymore, but he kept them stretched above his head just because it felt good. What a startling thought

“You. Eyes heavy-lidded, lips seductively swollen, skin warm and flushed,” Beckett said.
Doug flushed even more. “Stupid sweet talk.” But he grinned with pleasure…