Page 47 of Whiskey Neat

“I noticed.”

“He’s got a weakness for gingers. He usually likes his men to be more bear than twink, but I think he’ll make an exception for a red-haired beauty.”

“Wren has a man, at least for now, but it sounds like it might be coming to an end soon.”

“Don’t tell Ridley that. He’ll speed up the timeline.”

I chuckle. “I’m no matchmaker. Every man for himself.”

“Same.” Lowen stacks the dirty plates. “Productive day. I suppose we can meet with Wren once it’s official and get the kitchen stocked.”

“Exciting stuff.”

A few minutes later, the three men join us again. Wren is smiling, his cheeks flushed pink.

“Hey, guys,” Indy says, getting everyone’s attention. “I’d like to introduce the new executive chef of Moby’s Bar and Dining.”

We all clap, and Wren’s cheeks seem to burn even hotter.

“Thanks, everyone,” he says.

Indy walks him out, explaining logistics while I gather up my paperwork to get back to the computer and enter in all the details of our shopping trip. I scoot my chair back and run into a rock-hard wall of man.

When I stand and face him, he’s towering over me, his eyes filled with heat and desire.

“Can I help you, boss?”

He chuckles, looping his finger through my belt loop. “Office.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walk down the hall, highly aware of his looming presence behind me. Once inside the office, he shuts the door and closes in on me, walking me back until I hit the desk. He puts his arms on either side of me, balanced on the desk as his breath warms my face.

My cock swells and my breath hitches from his proximity. Reaching up, I brush my fingers over his cheek, biting into my bottom lip.

“You wanted to see me?”

He nods, pressing his cock into my body. “If I don’t kiss you right now, I’m gonna lose it.”

“What’s gotten into you, handsome?”

Indy wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Taking the hint, I wrap my legs around his waist, trusting him to support my weight. He takes the unspoken invite and claims my mouth in a deep, heated kiss.

As our tongues tangle and our bodies rub together, he slides his hand down the back of my jeans, squeezing my ass and tugging at my thong. He moans and nips at my bottom lip, grinding his hard cock into me.

“Let me suck you,” I whisper.

“Nooo,” he moans. “Later. Save it all for me.”

“Edging? Really?”

Indy chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me, given our proximity. “Not intentionally. You deserve better than a dusty office. Want to get out of here early today?”

“You’re the boss.”

A slow, sexy smirk spreads across his lips. “Then let’s go.”

FIFTEEN

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