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Joey pushed his hands against his knees as he stood back up. “Your secret is safe with me.” He winked at her.

Now that she had gotten all of that off her chest, she finally was able to move the conversation to something a little more lighthearted. She grabbed a tissue to dab underneath her eyes at the last couple of tears that hadn’t dried.

“Layne still hasn’t told me if you guys are going on a honeymoon. She keeps telling me it all depends on work.” Based on the expression on Rebecca’s face, she was none too happy with that response.

He smirked. “Don’t worry, I will steal her away from the city for a little bit, even if she kicks and yells the entire way.”

They sat and chatted with one another for another twenty minutes, going over a few minor details about the day of the wedding. Most of it related to things he could give an opinion on, like the freely flowing booze.

When he finally left Rebecca’s place, he began jogging down the stairs of the apartment building while checking his phone for any new calls or messages.

There was one in particular that caught his attention. It was a text from Layne. When he opened it up, he was greeted by a selfie of her scantily clad body and her flirtatious smile. It looked like she had found the black lace piece of lingerie he had bought for her and had been hiding as a surprise. Underneath the picture, she had sent him another text.

LAYNE

Finders keepers.

You need better hiding spots.

Joey had to grab onto the handrail to prevent himself from tripping over his feet at the delicious distraction displayed on his phone. He quickly texted her back.

JOEY

Funny, that’s what I always say about you.

I will be home in ten, you better be ready for me.

He had found the one woman in this world who could make him want for nothing and planned to always keep her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

It was the end of yet another successful night at Cassidy’s Cave. Gage sat in his office, leaning back in his chair with a sigh as he rested his eyes. It was nearly two in the damn morning. He wasn’t thinking about sleep though. Instead, he had one particular image in his mind. The way Layne looked up at him while on her knees through her dark lashes, how her body moved while taking him in, and the sight of his handprints being left behind on her curvy ass cheeks.

His dick was quickly twitching in his jeans, growing harder with each thought of Layne and all the things he still wanted to do to her. Gage wanted to see her tiny hands bound together while laid out on his bed begging to be taken any way he pleased. He pictured how his collar would look around her slender neck. All these thoughts had his dick raging with need. His hand drifted down to undo his belt and pants. Sliding his hand inside his pants he took hold of himself.

Quietly he whispered to himself, “That’s it, baby. Beg for your Daddy.” He groaned imagining Layne’s response in his head.

It wasn’t long before his fantasy was chased away as he was rudely interrupted by a knock on his office door. Before he could call out to acknowledge the knock, Danielle poked her head in. “You have a second?”

Pulling his hand from his pants, Gage opened up his eyes and leaned forward in his chair forcing her a smile like he wasn’t just about to jack himself off. He scooted his chair in while he discreetly while he single-handedly closed his pants back up.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He shifted in his seat trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock.

Ever since the night that Layne had come into the private room and interrupted Danielle’s weekly gig for Italo and his guys, she had been picking up extra shifts to make up for the generous tips she was now missing out on. Gage had to admit, she was working extra hard around here. If half the girls would put in a fraction of that effort, he would be making bank on even their slowest nights.

Danielle walked in, wearing a pair of black hot shorts that left most of her ass hanging out and a white Cassidy’s Cave crop top that barely fit over her fake tits. Like most of the girls he hired, she was extremely attractive and held up the strip club’s reputation for having some of the best adult entertainment.

“Before I leave for the night, I was wondering if you need anything.” She flipped the extensions of her long bleached hair back over her shoulder. Her eyes drifted down towards his waist.

He stared at her and shook his head. “If you’ve already closed out all your tabs and helped clean up the tables, you’re free to go.” Gage wasn’t an idiot; he knew that some of the girls had their sights on him. When they all walked around nearly naked, he had seen his share of wet panties and sexy innuendos directed at him. As a good business practice, he didn’t lay a finger on any of them. After meeting Layne, he didn’t even want to.

She tried to mask her disappointment that he hadn’t even thought twice before responding to her. “If you need anything in here taken care of, I can help out.” Her eyes glanced down to his lap again as she started to lean forward over his desk.

Another intrusion into his office followed before he could dismiss Danielle’s advances, this time it was a much more welcomed one. Layne walked in, stopping short as she had expected him to be alone.

Layne had on a pair of tight and heavily distressed jeans with strategic rips and tears across her thighs. Under the forest green jacket, she was wearing what looked like the top half of some lingerie. The black lace was flush against her skin and pushed up those nicely sized breasts of hers that she flaunted so perfectly.

Right behind her was Joey who seemed equally as surprised at Danielle’s presence. He wore a black leather jacket with a faded graphic tee underneath it. His jeans had a few minor spots of old motor oil, indicating he was likely working on his car while wearing them at some point.

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