“My woman,” he says, raising his hips up to meet mine. “Fuck, you’re so fuckinghot,” he growls, tugging my hips against his.
“Don’t you have to go and walk the new venue tonight? You’ve already screwed up the profits for Q4 with that purchase; you might as wellvisitthe damned thing.”
“I’ve seen it.”
“You sawpictures,that isn’t the same thing.”
“Flynn saw it, he likes it, and we’re partners. I trust him.”
“But still?—”
“Why are you talking shop when you should be getting naked?” he grumbles, and I stand up, putting on a bit of a show as I strip for him.
Once I’m fully naked, I sit back down on top of him as his hands run over my back.
“Hmm, I never get tired of this view,” he says, his eyes bright and glossy in the light from Scott’s desk. “Will you come with me? To the venue, I mean? I want you to see it.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, do you have somewhere else you need to be?”
“Well, Imightbe busy.”
His fingers tighten against my body. “Is that right?” he asks, as he slides them lower, pushing them between my legs as I crush my mouth over his.
“Yeah,” I say, rocking against his dick. “And, just so you know, I’m gonna tell Scott that you got butt-naked in his office chair.”
“That’s a good point,” he says, rising as I give a little squeal of delight, his hands supporting my ass as he carries me to the couch on the other side of the room. “I’m going to fuck you now. You’re always more agreeable after I get my dick inside you.”
I groan, arching against him, as he does just that, slowly pushing into me.
“What the hell? That was like three seconds of foreplay.”
“I know, but I’ve been thinking about this all day. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you ride me later.”
The venue Flynn and Gray have found is perfect for what we want. A small, intimate bar linked to the new club, which can be a destination for people on their way to a night out.
It’s long, narrow, and eclectic, and exactly the kind of place I’ve dreamed of owning someday.
Scott has been the floor manager of JJ’s for nearly six months, attending regular recovery meetings and mostly doing better.
I still worry about the implications of everything he has been through, but he seems to be in a good place right now, and that’s what matters.
Gray takes my hand and leads me through the building.
“It’s kind of narrow, don’t you think?” I ask.
“Wait until you see upstairs,” he says, looking back at me as we walk along a hallway that reminds me of the rear service hallways in Jensons.
“This is creepy as hell,” I say as we continue on. Gray doesn’t reach for a light switch the whole way, and it’s very dark by the time we reach a set of stairs leading up to a single doorway at the top.
“Are you planning to lock me away in here for your own amusement?” I ask dryly, and he chuckles.
“Now there’s an idea.”
We reach the top of the stairs, and I step into a beautiful room painted in dark green, with pale gray furniture inside. There’s a white desk at one end, and when Gray closes the door, the sound of the traffic on the street outside is drowned out completely.
“Wow, this place is awesome,” I say.
