“iJoy.”
“You got a sex toy in your purse, Web?”
“Nope. I’m wearing it.”
My gaze drops to her lap.
“Not there. In back.” That little devil tongue peeks out to wet her cherry lips, the implication clear.
“Fuck. How’m I supposed to spin while I’m buzzing your ass?”
“I have faith in your ability to multitask. But if it’s a problem…”
“Hell no.” I unlock my phone and pass it to her.
She downloads the app and hands it back. “I’m already wet,” she purrs, dipping her fingers between her legs and sliding them into my mouth.
Tastes like sugar and sin.
My dick’s rock-hard and the party hasn’t even started yet.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lot
All yours.
I’ve never given anyone control of the app before. Wouldn’t trust most men out there with something that leaves me this vulnerable. But I’ve always fantasized about coming in public with people surrounding me, not suspecting a thing. Dice’s party felt like the perfect place… with the perfect man.
He pulls around to the side door, skipping the line out front. With one hand pressed to the dip in my lower back and the other holding Queenie’s bed, we slip inside Docks. The space has been transformed into a nightclub. Dim and moody with neon strobe lights cutting through the dark. It’s not even nine, and the air already feels thick.
My shirts are on display. The neon logo pops against the wall and the employees are wearing the samples. I’m feeling good. Raunchy as hell. The lubricated toy is nestled inside me, full but silent—a constant reminder that Dice is the conductor. He hasn’t touched theapp yet, but the pulse of anticipation beats beneath my skin and between my legs.
While I get Queenie set up in the office, Dice heads to the booth to start the party. I’m going to watch him for a bit. I carefully slide onto the barstool, with a clear sight to the booth. Biceps and headphones. Nimble fingers. Subtle hips. Smooth transitions. Commanding the room like a masterclass in sound and sex appeal.
“Hey, Lot,” Benny greets me, reaching for the shaker. “How’s your dad?”
“Getting better.”
“That’s good. Let him know we miss him.”
Please. That lie is as obvious as the strobe lights. “You don’t have to suck up to me. I know he’s a nightmare to work for.”
Caught, he chuckles, but I let him know it’s cool.
“I’m not here to spy and report back. You’re all doing a great job. I told him that.”
“Appreciate it. Not sucking up when I say these new shirts are dope.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
He pours a shimmering drink into a glass, garnishes it with a blood orange slice and a cherry. “From Dice.”
“What is it?”
“His latest creation and tonight’s special,Sass in a Glass.”
Feels personal. The sip is a fizzy flavor bomb with a kick of heat that tickles the back of my throat.
