I love writing the Hauberk guys. Maybe it’s because I used to hang around a lot of guys like them in real life. So I had a lot of fun writing Troy butting heads with Sam in Hidden Heat. Especially in this scene where Sam’s just walked in on Troy and Sandy in Troy’s office.
Be warned, these guys don’t mince words and since it’s just the two of them, there are a lot of F-bombs and worse dropped…
Copyright © 2012 Leah Braemel
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
[W]hat the hell was her game? Troy tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. Sandy had surprised him by kneeling in front of him, but when she’d reached for his zipper, she’d knocked him for a loop. She’d given him one of the best—and most unexpected—blowjobs of his life and then that little speech about not wanting a long-term relationship? What the hell was he supposed to think?
…Hidden Heat is plump with sexual tension and thrilling drama…an excellent, dark, and gritty plot ~Miranda,Joyfully Reviewed
A week ago, he’d have bet big money that she’d never go down on her knees for a man she barely knew. Disappointment rippled through him. It took him a moment to realize its source. All those times he’d faced gunfire, or assigned others to face bullets and bombs to protect clients, it had been her image he’d imagined they were protecting. He’d liked that image. Knowing there were things in life worth protecting. Pure. Good. Wholesome.
Now she knelt there, looking up at him like a fallen Madonna. Or perhaps the proverbial cat who had gotten into the cream. As if to punctuate that thought, her tongue darted out and licked a lingering drop of his come from the head of his cock.
I don’t casually invite men to stay the night with me.
Before he could say another word, there was a knock on the door that opened immediately afterward and Sam stuck his head in the door. “Hey, Troy, have you…”
His question trailed off, his gaze fixing on Sandy and where she was in relation to Troy. Aw, shit.
Sam’s eyes narrowed and he shot him a hard look. “When you get a moment, you want to come into my office.” Not a question but a command. For an ass-chewing most likely.
“Be right there.”
Troy waited until the door closed behind Sam before daring to look at Sandy. The blush filling her face told him that she’d realized Sam knew exactly what they’d been doing.
“Was it worth it?” He couldn’t stop the sharpness of his tone. Nor did he want to. “Was it worth losing your dignity?”
Sandy pushed herself to a stand and stared back at him, the blush fading, her gaze calm. “I suppose that depends on you, doesn’t it?”
Without another word, she walked out of his office and sat at her desk. While his brain scrambled to keep up, she booted up her computer and calmly pulled out her notebook.
Would he ever figure out what had just happened? Was this something she’d done before? Shit, who else’s office had she… Oh, hell, no! Troy pushed himself out of his chair, tucked his dick back into his briefs and stomped into Sam’s office.
He slammed Sam’s door shut and advanced on his boss. “Swear to me that you’ve never fucked her.”
Sam leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers over his chest. “Strange, that was gonna be my first question for you. Now plant your ass before I knock you on it.”
His fingers curled into fists as he stared down at the other man. “Have you ever fucked her? Or had her go down on you?”
“Nope. Sandy’s not my type—she’s too damned innocent and trusting.”
“So you’ve appointed yourself her guardian? Is she down with that?”
“So I look out for her. The same way I do with any woman I like when a hound dog is sniffing around her. But more to the point she’s my employee. Which means hands off. For both of us.”
“Rosie works for you but that didn’t stop you from fucking her, did it?”
Sam launched himself from his chair. He planted his fists in the middle of the desk. “You better watch your mouth when it comes to trash talking Rosie. Because I will break your fuckin’ jaw if you disrespect her. Now sit your ass down and shut the fuck up. And goddamn it, zip up your fuckin’ fly, will ya?”
Mother fucker. At least his dick wasn’t hanging out in the wind. He jerked up the zipper then sat in the chair opposite Sam with a thump. “There. You happy?”
“Not hardly. I want to know what the fuck is going on between you and Sandy. Before you tell me it’s none of my fuckin’ business, I’ll remind you that it will be my fuckin’ company that gets sued if Sandy decides to hit us with a fuckin’ sexual harassment suit.”
“I’ll bet you worried about that when you hit on Rosie.”
Sam’s upper lip curled. “I did. Now answer my fuckin’ question.”
“I told you before, and I ain’t gonna tell you again.” Sam’s voice got very quiet, his body completely still. “Keep your dick zipped when you’re in the office. If you have to, use some fuckin’ epoxy. And stay the hell away from Sandy.”
“With all due respect, considering what you and Rosie were doing in this office last Thursday night, you don’t have the right to tell me, or Sandy, what to do.” He sneered at Sam’s sharp look. “What? You think that door blocked out the sound of you two getting your rocks off? From the sounds of it, you were fuckin’ her right up against the door. So excuse me if I can’t take your rules too seriously when you can’t follow them yourself.”
“Fine. For office hours. What goes on after hours is none of your fucking business. Sir.”
“Damned straight it’s my business. This is Sandy we’re talking about, not some goddamned faceless woman at the club.”
“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
“Listen to me, son. Sandy ain’t your type. She’s straight-up wholesome and deserves someone better than you. Hell, she deserves someone better than me.”
If she were so wholesome she wouldn’t have gone down on her knees voluntarily, but he’d be damned if he’d say that to Sam. “As I said, what goes on outside of the office between Sandy and me is none of your business.”
“Yeah. It is. And this is the only warnin’ you’re getting’. Leave her the fuck alone.”
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