"They've always said we look alike," I pointed out.
"Never said I didn't have an ugly face too," he said.
"And denial is a river in Egypt," I said. "It's okay to like her, you know. If you got to know her, you'd see how amazing she is. And her mouth?—"
He groaned. "Don't talk about her mouth. I don't want to go there." The tent in the front of his pants said otherwise.
I'm not gonna lie, I was tempted to drag him back to the gallery and tell her to get on her knees and suck his cock. She'd do it if I told her to. Only the fact they were currently pretending to dislike each other kept me from doing it. Once they accepted what was going on between them, then he could fuck her mouth.
"When you're ready, bro," I said instead. "I'm going back into the gallery. Can I trust you not to do anything stupid? Like getting arrested for jacking off in public while thinking about Harlow's mouth?”
"I'm not—" he started. When he realized he was protesting a little too much, he snapped his mouth shut. "Fucking hell, Cassius."
I grinned. "You know where to find me when you decide to help us. I meant it when I said you could be very useful."
"Gee thanks, little brother," he said sarcastically. "So glad you think I'm sidekick material."
"Better than being an NPC," I said unapologetically.
"How did I get such a nerd for a brother?" He shook his head sadly, as if he wasn't secretly as big a geek as I was.
I patted his shoulder. "You're just lucky, I guess. I'll see you around."
"Yeah, maybe." He turned and started off again down the street.
I watched him for a while before I headed back to the gallery.
Boner
Yeah, yeah, I know this is Cass' book, but I couldn't help myself. While he was off chasing his dumb fuck brother, I was busy schmoozing and subtly encouraging the last of the guests to depart so the real party could start. You're picking up what I'm putting down, right?
Of course you are.
When everyone else was gone, leaving Harlow, Archer and me alone, I ushered them into my office.
"Seems we have leftover hors d'oeuvres," I said, as if I hadn't put them aside myself. "It would be a shame to waste them, don't you think? After all the hard work Harlow put in to making them."
She gave me a well-deserved side eye. "Why do I get the impression you're up to something?"
"Because I am." I started to remove everything from my desk and place it aside. When it was finally empty, I turned back to both of them.
Archer reclined against the wall, watching with interest. Harlow, well her curiosity was definitely getting the better of her. Her tongue slid enticingly over her plush lower lip, inviting me to taste her mouth with mine.
I placed my arms around her, pulling her to me and kissing her. She tasted of champagne, with a hint of pear. She'd taste of a differentpairsoon enough.
Holding her carefully, I gripped her zipper and pulled it down slowly. Her dress slid down and pooled at her feet.
I delved into her mouth with my tongue and ran a hand up and down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a thong, leaving her ass nice and bare. Just how I liked.
Without breaking the kiss, I worked an arm down to her knees and swept her up to place her on my desk.
I stepped back and appraised her.
"Any chance I could convince you to stay there forever?" I grinned and reached over for the plate of hors d'oeuvres I'd set aside on top of a filing cabinet. One by one, I placed them on her body. A couple on her stomach, one between her breasts. Another on the top of her thighs to either side of her pussy.
"Very artistic," Archer said.
"Thanks, Hardstein," I said over my shoulder.
