“Not at all. Arms out.”
“Oh no you don’t. I saw that smirk.” Benoit glanced over his shoulder as I moved around behind him. “You were almost smiling.”
“I don’t smile.”
“Why not? Worried it’ll ruin your fierce reputation?”
I stepped in behind him and clasped the back of his neck. “Eyes forward.”
Benoit licked along his lower lip and turned back to face the doors. “Would you like me to bend over, too?”
Yes, I would. But I needed to search him, and I wouldn’t get through that if he was bent over.
“Don’t tempt me,” I growled, then slid my hand from his neck across his shoulder, my free hand searching his other side.
Down his arms, then up and under to his ribs, where I trailed my fingers along the soft material, searching for any kind of weapon. A small gun or knife could be hidden just about anywhere, and in Benoit’s line of work I wouldn’t have been surprised to find either one on him.
I slipped my hand under the hem of his sweater, checking along the waist of his pants, and at the touch of my fingers against his bare skin, Benoit trembled.
“Merde. You could’ve warmed your hands before putting them all over me.”
My dick kicked against the zipper of my pants at his suggestion, but I merely grunted in response before running my palms over his ass, then down to feel along the legs of his pants.
It took everything I had not to linger there, remembering how good those legs had looked naked and shiny under the lights. Instead, I moved to the front.
My cock throbbed as I placed my hands on his shoulders, and when Benoit looked up at me from beneath his lashes, I was close to sayingfuck itand strip-searching him the way my dick wanted me to.
“I have to admit, I was a little worried when you mentioned this search as a welcome. But I’m starting to think if you greeted everyone this way, you’d have a lot more friends than you would enemies.”
With my hands at his neck, I moved my thumb up to the top of the turtleneck and drew it down so I could see his Adam’s apple.
“Who said I want friends?”
Benoit swallowed, and I watched his tanned throat work under my thumb.
“Right, well, maybe just someone you wouldn’t have topayto be here.”
“Maybe so. But I don’t like leaving things to chance.” I moved my hands to his shoulders once more and glided them along his arms, ribs, and then down the front of his sweater to the button of his pants. “I wanted you here, and now I have you.”
I shifted my hand down to cover an erection that rivaled my own, and Benoit sucked in a breath and reached for my arms.
“Uh, no weapon hiding in there,mon monstre. But if you want to look closer, I won’t stop you.”
I was tempted as Benoit arched forward into my touch, but I had a few more places to check before I did anything like that.
“If I didn’t know better”—I curled my fingers around him—“I’d think you were trying to distract me.”
Benoit chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent fire licking through my veins.
“Au contraire.You’re the one whose hand is around my cock.”
“Just being thorough,” I murmured, then released him and continued before I changed my mind.
I crouched down, and if I thought I’d been tempted by merely a touch, seeing his hard-on outlined behind the wool of his pants was fucking torture. But again, Omar’s warning of becoming distracted ran on a loop and wouldn’t leave me be. So I felt my way up and down each of his legs until I got to his boots.
That was when I saw it—the shiny glint of a handle tucked inside those tall fur boots.
I dipped my fingers inside the leather and fur and removed a slim knife with a jeweled handle.
