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actual dance club. It would most likely be downright indecent.
Julian cut in and Roz spun to the bar, laughing. She smiled at Brad as she leaned on her elbows.
Wanna dance?"
"With you?"
Roz cocked an eyebrow at him. I'm asking, aren't I?'
"Uh, sure. Why not, Brad replied. Checking to make sure that everyone sitting at the bar was
taken care of, Brad stepped out from the relative safety of the back of the bar. The moment he was
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within reach, Roz grabbed his hand and pulled him into the throng of bodies. Brad stumbled for a
moment and then found the rhythm. He spun Roz around in a circle a few times and then pulled
her close and continued to dance.
"So, you and Patrick, huh?"
Brad felt a small blush start to creep across his cheeks. Yes."
"What's he like in bed?"
"Roz! Brad felt his blush darken as he stared at her in shock.
Roz laughed. Come on, I'm curious. Roz tilted her head to see where Patrick was dancing with
Julian. He looks like he would be fucking awesome in bed."
"Roz!"
"Come on, Peaches, I know what you're like in bed, why can't I know what he's like?"
"Good God, woman! When did you become so nosey?"
"Julian wouldn't tell me. I need to get my answers from someone."
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Come on, Peaches. I've seen the marks you've been leaving on Patrick. Now tell me what the sex
is like. Roz locked her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. Spill."
Brad looked past her to where Patrick was spinning a laughing Julian around in a circle. He felt a
rather goofy smile cross his face. The sex is good."
Roz punched him on the arm. Good? That's it? That's all you're giving me?"
"What? Do you want details?"
"Yes! She gave him a bright smile. A play-by-play would be good."
"What, do you want pictures too?"
"You have pictures? Gimme!"
"I was kidding!"
"Oh come on, like Patrick hasn't posed naked for you to draw."
"I'm starting to not like this conversation."
"Please, you knew you were going to be in trouble the moment you agreed to dance with me."
Brad gave the woman in his arms an annoyed look. You do have a very good point. Why did I
say yes?"
"Because you love me."
"Doubtful."
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"Don't make me kick your ass, Peaches."
"Take a hike, Barracuda; I want to dance with my man. Patrick gave Roz a slight shove and
dislodged her from Brad's arms. He quickly inserted himself in the vacated space.
"I will get you for that, Peacock."
"Put it on my tab."
Brad slid his arms around Patrick's waist and rested his head against the detective's shoulder.
Thank you. The questions were starting to become uncomfortable."
"She wanted to know about the sex, didn't she?"
"Yes."
"She's a perv."
"She's just doing it to make me blush."
"No, she's a perv. Patrick pulled away slightly and tilted Brad's chin up. She sent Julian a dildo
for his eighteenth birthday. By courier."
"Are you shitting me?"
"No. That's how we met."
"That must have been interesting."
"Julian turns pretty colors when he's embarrassed. Patrick leaned forward and licked his ear. But
I like that full-body flush of yours better."
Brad groaned softly and buried his head in Patrick's shoulder. He moved his arms from Patrick's
waist and ran his hands up and down his lover's back. Patrick shuddered underneath him. Brad
loved how responsive Patrick was to his touch. He nuzzled Patrick's neck as his hands continued to
map out the strong back. Patrick moaned and tilted his head to one side, a gesture that Brad
recognized as him silently begging for teeth in his neck. Brad licked Patrick's throat and then bit
down gently, delighting in the way Patrick's hands clenched in the material of his shirt.
"Damn, Wilde Thing. The things that you do to me. Patrick's voice was breathy, and his hands
kept clutching at Brad's shirt.
Brad grinned and pulled his mouth away, giving the slender throat one last lick. He let his hands
rest on Patrick's waist once again. Sorry, couldn't help it. Brad cast a glance back to the bar. I
should get back there."
Patrick groaned. Do you have to?"
"Have to work, babe. Sorry. Brad pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before extricating himself from
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