“If you’re getting on your knees for anyone,” I growl out as my forearm presses against his chest, “it should be me.”
Rhodes laughs, and the teasing sound makes my blood boil. “Are you jealous, Ace?”
“Don’t be stupid,” I snap, but even I can hear how unconvincing it fucking sounds.
His smirk widens, and he leans his head back against the wall. “Did I make you jealous, or was it her?”
I don’t answer because, deep down, I don’t know.
“She gets under your skin, doesn’t she?” Rhodes says. “I saw the way you looked at her in the car. Maddie makes your cock hard, but you don’t know what to do about it. How many timeshave you finished work and fucked me while thinking about her?”
“Shut up,” I snap.
“Make me,” he challenges.
I shove him to his knees; he knows what his smart mouth does to me. “Careful what you wish for,” I grit out, gripping his jaw. “You might get it.”
I undo my belt slowly, and Rhodes doesn’t move as he watches me pull myself free. Then he doesn’t waste any time, leaning in and taking me into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping his hair. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He works me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and cheeks hollowing, swallowing me deeper with every bob of his head. I glance down, and the sight of him on his knees, his lips stretched around my cock, nearly undoes me.
“Good boy,” I praise, tightening my grip in his hair. “You look so fucking good like this. With my cock in your mouth, doing what you’re told.”
He moans around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.
“If you keep behaving like this,” I murmur, thrusting gently into his mouth, “I might just fuck you when our shift ends. Nice and hard, just how you like it.”
He looks up at me, his smug attitude gone. I fuck his mouth slower, but deeper, giving him time to adjust. His throat relaxes around me, and I groan, the pressure building fast.
“Touch yourself,” I order. “Now.”
He obeys, and one hand disappears beneath the waistband of his pants, his hips now rocking subtly in time with my thrusts.
I’m close but pull out with a gasp, my fist tightening around the base of my cock as I force myself to stop. I crouch down and grab his jaw, tilting his face up to mine.
“You want to taste my cum tonight?” I whisper.
He nods.
“Then be good and do your job. And when we get back home, I’ll ruin you.”
His breath hitches, and I press my thumb to his bottom lip as I stand.
“Let’s go,” I say with a grunt as I manhandle myself back into my pants.
When we finally emerge from the hallway, I run a hand through my hair and adjust my shirt, scanning the club for Maddie and Riley.
I spot them easily. They’re now on the dance floor, and Maddie’s arms are raised above her head, her curves highlighted by the strobing lights. She’s petite—barely five-foot-five—but what she lacks in height she makes up for in attitude. Her dark-brown hair falls in waves down her back, catching the light as she moves. The black dress she wore specifically to piss me off clings to every inch, showcasing her full breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips. It’s designed to drive men insane, and it’s working. Her hazel eyes are bright with the haze of alcohol as she dances, completely unaware that I’m watching her like a predator tracking its prey.
They go back and forth to the bar, and while they dance, Rhodes is forced to hold their drinks. When he questioned Maddie initially, she asked him if he would be fired if her drink was spiked because she placed it down on a table. He huffed and picked up her drink and has been holding each subsequent one like his life depends on it while she continues dancing.
Maddie breaks away from Riley and moves toward Vander, who’s standing at the edge of the dance floor like a statue. She circles him, her body moving to the beat, getting closer and closer until she’s practically grinding against him.
Vander doesn’t move. He remains a statue, letting her do her thing. It should be funny watching Maddie try to get a rise out of him, but then she stumbles.
Vander’s hands shoot out, catching her by the waist and steadying her. That’s when I see the look in his eyes. It’s only there for a split second before his mask slips back into place.
