Page 65 of Whiskey Neat

“Ah. May I suggest you don’t? If he’s got you acting like this already, you might totally lose it if you have more.”

“Right? He’s the most addictive person I’ve ever met.” I can only imagine what it would feel like to sink inside him. My cock twitches with interest, and I grunt. Dammit.

Ridley chuckles. “Wouldn’t it be easier just to admit you’re into him?”

“I haven’t denied that.”

My friend shakes his head, giving me a pitying look. “Poor, beautiful Indy. You have no idea what’s happening, do you?”

“What are you talking about?”

He squeezes my shoulder. “You’ll figure it out. You’re more than just a pretty face and a hot body.”

I scoff, playfully shoving his chest. “Ass.”

Ridley laughs. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?”

“I have a hair appointment tonight. Being back here makes me feel young again.”

“Yeah? What are you doing?”

“You’ll see. There’s a new salon on Bird Street. Doesn’t hurt that the guy doing my hair is cute. I’m angling for a date.”

“Good luck, man.”

Ridley salutes me. “You too.”

He bounces off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. “I don’t need luck,” I mumble. Salem’s laughter draws my attention across the room, where he’s talking to Oakley and Lowen. Jack lingers nearby, of course, and a sudden urge to claim and mark Salem takes over. Never mind that he isn’t actually mine to claim.

I stomp over to them, gripping Salem’s arm. He gazes up at me, the smile still lingering on his lips, his pretty blue-green eyes shimmering like jewels.

“I need to speak with you in the office.”

“Yes, sir,” he says, softly, allowing me to lead him away.

Still holding his arm, I guide him to the office, and once inside, I shut the door and press him against it. Playful heat dances in his eyes as I rub my growing erection into his body.

“Did I do something wrong, boss?” he asks, the picture of innocence.

Instead of speaking, I go straight for his neck, kissing and biting his soft flesh. Salem moans, tangling his fingers in my hair. I suck his skin, intentionally leaving a mark, my chest filling with possessive pride when he doesn’t bother to stop me.

“Mmm, don’t know what’s causing this, but okay,” Salem murmurs, humping against any part of me his body touches. “You want other people to know that you’re sleeping with me?”

“Fuck,” I whisper, nipping his jawline before spinning him around and pushing him against the desk. I dry hump his pert ass as images of my cock inside him fill my head. “You’re so sexy.”

The sound of his zipper sliding down reaches me, and I react quickly, following his lead. I tug his jeans down, revealing black panties, his pale skin peeking through the lace.

“Fucking hell, Salem.”

He twerks a little as he grips the desk. “You like?”

I squeeze the globes of his ass. “I want to lose myself there.”

He moans, still bouncing his ass. Unable to control myself, I drop to my knees and bury my face between his legs, reaching around to rub his cock through the panties.

“Oh fuck, Indy.” He pants as I pull his panties to the side and drag my tongue over his fluttering hole. “You’re so bad.”

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