Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“That’s my boy,” Turk said, slapping my back while Corvin frowned. It was going to be a long night if he cringed every time Alex and I were mentioned in the same sentence.
As we neared the table, Trevor noticed us from where he hovered next to the bar in his customary Top Shelf uniform of black booty shorts and a matching bowtie. He’d dyed his hair blue a month or so ago, much to Parker’s chagrin. I had a feeling that was on purpose. Trevor loved to get a rise out of Parker. If he couldn’t get the particular response he desired, which was an animalistic ravaging, he’d take any attention from his silver fox of a boss—even a chewing out about his hair color.
Trevor’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. His mouth opened, and I knew he was about to announce my arrival loudly, I lifted a finger, tapping it to my lips. The idea of a secret sent Trevor over the top. He bounced on the balls of his feet while clapping his hands and nodding his understanding.
Luke led us to the private VIP area offset from the rest of the club and elevated slightly to overlook the dance floor. As usual, our table was stocked with mineral water in glass bottles, ready for us. “Gentlemen, please make yourselves comfortable. I’ll let Alex know his table is ready for him.” With a final wink, he turned and strode through the dark club toward the staff room.
Ah, how I loved that room. Alex and I had broken many of the rules in the employee handbook in that employee-only space.
Luke emerged from the staff room, followed by Alex, not thirty seconds later.
“Dayum,” Turk said with a low whistle as Alex strode our way. “I forgot how good your guy looks half naked. Fuck you for getting to him first.”
I snorted as I whacked the back of Turk’s head. “He’d have still picked me if he met you first, fuck you very much. And stop staring at my sexy-ass boyfriend, please.”
This time, Turk snorted. “Every dude in here is staring at your sexy-ass boyfriend. It’s how he makes his money, babycakes.”
Corvin also turned to watch Alex make his way toward us, only he didn’t jump in on the teasing. Instead, he watched my boyfriend with a sad expression of loss. The poor guy stood out like a sore thumb in his preppy clothing, better suited for brunch at the yacht club rather than a nightclub. Still, he was attractive enough that I had no doubt men would flock to him once he hit the dance floor.
About halfway between the staff room and our table, Alex finally took a good look at who he’d be serving for the next few hours. His gaze landed on Turk first, and a grin broke out across his face. Then he noticed me.
And his whole face lit like a damn fireworks show.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Turk muttered, earning himself another playful smack. “Ow, can you stop with that shit? I’m gonna need the concussion protocol if you don’t quit.”
Alex quickened his pace, reaching us in seconds. I hopped out of my seat to greet him. “Hey,” he said, slightly breathless, with all his attention on me. “What are you doing here?”
“Surprise! I was moping about the penthouse, missing you, when Turk called, and I realized I didn’t have to miss you. I could come here and have you serve me for the next few hours.” I winked.
Alex threw back his head and laughed the kind of uninhibited laugh only I could drag from him. And I fucking loved it. Before I could say anything else, he grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me in for a deep kiss. He licked at my lips, demanding entry, which I didn’t and would never deny him. I moaned when his tongue slid along mine, teasing me like he did with my cockhead.
I ached to wrap my arms around him, grab the two thick globes of his ass, and grind all over him, but I settled on sliding a hand into the back of his hair. We made out for far longer than was workplace acceptable, letting everything around us fade away.
A sharp sting on my arm had me jerking out of Alex’s hold. “What the fuck?” I glance down to where Turko had yanked my arm hair with the force of a pissed-off waxer.
He shrugged, completely unrepentant, while I rubbed the sting away. “Just trying to keep your man from getting fired.”
Alex gave me a dopey smile. Another thing only I could elicit. He wiped his lower lip with his thumb, making my dick twitch. “Shit, he’s right. You make me lose my damn head.”
“Well…” I smoothed my hands down my shirt and didn’t bother to hide my triumphant grin. “What can I say?”