Seventeen minutes after one in the morning.
He blew out a breath and looked around. Derek’s place was cozy and masculine. The big furniture made sense, since Derek wasn’t a little man. Blake pictured cuddling with Derek on that large couch, tucked against Derek’s chest so the leather didn’t stick to his skin. He could be comfortable there.
Except he wasn’t.
He knew they’d made a mistake, but he couldn’t stop himself. The way Derek looked at him with those hooded, desire-filled eyes. The way Derek’s breath caught, the way his hand felt on Blake’s body. Everything about Derek turned him on—had from the first moment Blake saw him in the conference room. So while he didn’t regret actually sleeping with Derek—how could he when it was the most amazing experience he’d ever had?—the connection between them went deeper than that. And that was exactly why Blake couldn’t let things go any further.