Page 63 of Whiskey Neat

All I can think about is his sexy gaze when he was sucking me off, or the way his strong hands expertly moved around my body, or the way his voice dipped when he called me sweet thing. Another voice joins his, and I relax slightly, knowing Kit is with him and I won’t be alone.

The office door opens, and Indy’s eyes settle on me. A slight twitch pulls at his lips as if he was going to smile but decided against it.

“Morning,” he says, his voice gruff and lacking emotion.

“Hey, Salem,” Kit says.

“Hi, guys.”

I return my attention to the computer screen, acting very busy even though Indy’s presence in the room is distracting. The scent of his cologne and sandalwood bodywash reaches me, and my cock twitches. Ugh.

Kit grabs the only other chair in the room, a metal folding one, and sits backward on it, scooting it loudly across the wood floor to the desk and stopping beside me.

“Yes?”

He’s grinning like he knows a secret I don’t. I look up at Indy, who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His big, muscular, tattooed arms. Sigh.

“Do you know anyone at the university?” Kit asks. “Anyone who could spread the word about a grand opening?”

I twist my lips. “I don’t think so, but I’m happy to do some research and see if I can find a contact.”

“That’d be ace,” Kit says. “We were talking this morning about offering an opening weekend discount. College kids love that shit.”

“Definitely. I’ll see what I can do.” I scribble it down in my notebook.

Both men linger for a second before Kit abruptly pushes his chair back and darts out of the room, leaving me alone with Indy. Great.

Indy kicks the door closed with his foot, still leaning against the wall. Unless I’m imagining it, the temperature in here just went up ten degrees. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable under his hungry gaze.

“Can I help you?” I ask with the most detached tone I can summon.

“We good?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

He shrugs. “You left kind of abruptly last night. Just checking in.” He pushes off the wall, crossing the small space and placing his hands on the desk, leaning close to me. “Do you need to talk about anything?”

I shake my head slowly, fighting the pull of his eyes. Jesus, Indy is sex personified. “Totally fine.”

“Good.” He closes the space between us, brushing his lips against mine in a way-too-brief but sexy as hell move. “I have something to say though.”

I nod, bracing myself for what might come next. Can he tell how desperate and gross I am? Have I not been hiding it enough?

“I’m sorry I came on so strong,” he says, instantly confusing me.

“What?”

“I admit there’s something about you that makes me a little greedy and possessive, but we both know what this is, right?”

I blink several times, trying to make sense of his words. Greedy and possessive?

“I like spending time with you,” Indy continues. “I definitely like touching you. I want to keep doing that, but I promise to keep it chill from now on.”

“Uh…”

“If I’m honest, the way you taste, smell, kiss…” He clears his throat. “You’re hot as fuck, Salem, and more than a little addictive.”

“I am?”

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