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empty barstool remained and
he nudged Wash onto it before turning to catch the bartender’s eye and ordering
a couple of beers.
    Wash was saying something.
    “What?” Rhodes leaned in, tipping his head close to Wash’s
face so he could hear.
    “Guess I’m the bottom then,” Wash repeated.
    Pressing back a grin, Rhodes moved his mouth close to his
partner’s ear. “You bet your sweet ass you are.”
    Wash pulled back a little to look at Rhodes. “You’re…feisty
tonight,” he yelled over the music.
    That brought Rhodes up short. He was acting oddly, almost
giddy even, and he knew why—he was pretending that this date with Wash was
real.
    “Hey!” Wash yelled, tugging Rhodes’ head down again so he
could talk more quietly and still be heard. “Don’t get all stiff on me now. I
didn’t mean that in a bad way. It’s kind of…I mean, well…”
    Cocking an eyebrow, Rhodes looked at Wash curiously. Wash
was never tongue-tied—and was he actually blushing? Looking closer,
Rhodes definitely saw a red flush darkening Wash’s brown skin.
    Fuck! Rhodes thought, blinking in amazement. Wash
is embarrassed!
    “Don’t look at me like that,” Wash laughed, swatting at his
partner’s shoulder and jerking on Rhodes’ collar to bring his ear to his mouth
again. “This is fun, okay? Pretending to be your boyfriend is really, I don’t
know— exciting .” On the last word, Wash leaned in so his mouth brushed
Rhodes’ ear.
    His heart thumping, Rhodes froze, trying to process his
partner’s words and the brief caress. Had it been accidental or not? Was Wash
actually flirting with him or just getting into character for the charade they
were acting out tonight?
    Either way, Rhodes knew he might not get another chance like
this. The bartender slid their beers toward them and Rhodes handed him a couple
bills without looking away from Wash. Cupping the back of his partner’s head,
he tipped Wash’s face closer, switching their positions so his lips could brush
Wash’s ear.
    “Let’s dance,” Rhodes rumbled, making sure that the breath
of his words blew against the sensitive inner shell of Wash’s ear. “Dance floor
is central—a good place to check out the club.” When Wash shivered beneath the
touch, Rhodes forced back a triumphant grin.
    Acting or not, his supposedly straight partner felt
something—and Rhodes was going to take crazy advantage of that fact.
    Grabbing Wash’s hand again, Rhodes pulled him off the stool
and headed for the dance floor. As he weaved his way through the throng, he
caught several interested looks and felt another thrill shoot through him.
Everyone was checking out Wash, his date, the guy going home with
Rhodes—
    The thought brought him up short. Just because Wash was
throwing himself into his role as a gay guy didn’t mean anything would actually
happen. Mentally shrugging as he pulled his partner onto the packed dance
floor, Rhodes figured he’d better make the most of this fake date. It was
probably the only one he’d get.
    Turning toward Wash, Rhodes caught him by the hips, pulling
his partner hard against him. Even with the layers of clothes blocking the skin
contact, Rhodes sucked in a breath as their groins connected.
    Wash’s eyes widened—then his lids lowered to half-mast.
    A techno mix was playing. Normally Rhodes hated techno but
he had to admit that it was good music to grind to—and he did love to dance. As
his hips rocked to the beat and his hands slid around to cup Wash’s tight ass,
Rhodes decided he especially loved dancing with Wash.
    Leaning in, Wash yelled over the music, “Little grabby,
aren’t you?” Despite his words, Wash didn’t pull away. Instead, he matched the
movement of Rhodes’ hips.
    That, and the start of a smile on Wash’s face, gave Rhodes
the courage to growl, “Thought we agreed you’re my bitch tonight.” He squeezed
Wash’s cheeks and laughed when his partner jumped.
    “Your bitch ?” Wash yelped.
    Rhodes just grinned