Page 67 of Ten Hammers

I don’t want to be a pig because Winnie means far more to me than the physical stuff, but… it’s fucking amazing that the lust I feel for her doesn’t have to come with an aftertaste of guilt anymore.

“Of course I’m okay with that. A night out with the two of you sounds amazing. As long as it’s okay with you,” she says. “Technically you guys are supposed to get uninterrupted alone time with me on your dates. Per the rules. I don’t want to deprive you of that.”

I nod seriously, crossing my arms. “Jack would lose his shit if we didn’t stick to the rules, so we’re factoring that in.”

It’ll be her, me, and Leo for a while… then his punk ass has got to go so I can have some one-on-one time with my girl. Vice versa when it’s his turn for a date, because fair’s fair.

“Trust me,” I add, “I want as much alone time with you as you’ll give me, Win. You have to know that.”

Her cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink.

“Sooooooo,” she says, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Without me asking outright where we’re going or what we’re doing… what should I wear?”

My eyes travel down her body, slow and deliberate, taking in every gorgeous inch, before finding her gaze again. “I like what you’ve got on.”

“Theo.”

Her nose is crinkling up so cute.

“Wear whatever goes with your dancing shoes, Angel,” I tell her with a wink.

Her eyes light up and her smile is giddy.

I must be hungry ‘cause those are not damn butterflies in my stomach as she places her hand on my shoulder and leans in to press a kiss against my cheek.

I turn my head and her sweet lips are on mine.

“Theo,” she says again, but this time it’s a sigh against my mouth that I can feel all the way in my balls.

I skim my fingertips over the tops of her thighs, even as I will my dick to settle down. A futile thought, of course. I want to sink into this girl, make her say my name again and again. Pant it, moan it, cry it, scream it.

The project to-do list Jack pushed on me can wait, surely?

“Theo,” she says again, but with a regretful tone. “I have work to do. We have work to do.”

Her lips are plumped up. She pouts as she looks up at me, but when I groan with pure lust and frustration, she smiles, just a little, knowing what she’s doing to me.

“Oh, you like making me crazy, do you?”

With a flirty wink, she trails a finger down my chest. “Only as payback for how you make me feel.”

As she walks away, all I can do is stare at her ass, those legs, the tempting sway of her hips. Such a tease, my angel.

I put my safety glasses back on, but I have to wait for my rock solid dick to lower before I pick up the jigsaw.

The private room Leo booked is on the second floor, away from the crowd. It’s a lounge space with swanky chairs, and a private bar on the balcony that extends over the dance floor. If someone tried hard enough they might catch a glimpse of us up here, but for the most part, we’re hidden from view by a strobing screen of lights.

The club pulses with a bass that reverberates throughout the building. Its fucking perfect. Neon lights cast an electric glow around the room, giving the atmosphere a retro vibe. Sexy as fuck. It’s the perfect place to be out with my angel who, speaking of sexy, is a knock-out tonight. We’ve only just arrived and Winnie is already on the balcony, gyrating to the music, hypnotizing me in that ass-sculpting black leather skirt. It has a side slit up her thigh that I can’t wait to slide my hands into…

“Here,” Leo shouts, to be heard over the music as he pushes a shot glass into my hand.

He heads off to give one to Winnie, and I follow, looking into the glass. It’s a layer of piss-yellow topped with a layer of jizz-white. Rank.

Smells delicious, though.

“What is this shit?” I mutter.

Leo lifts his glass.

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