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“You guys fuck yet?” He waggles his brows and it’s my turn to kick him under the table.

“That’s my future wife you’re talking about,” I say.

He holds his fork up in surrender. “Sorry, you know me… I can’t help but ask. From your response I’m assuming the answer is no, though. I wonder how her friend is doing, the blonde I met at the party.”

“She hasn’t been around. Blake mentioned that she’ll sometimes take off to join her brother for work trips though.”

He shrugs and finishes chewing a piece of bacon. “I know Leon wanted me to keep an eye on her, which I don’t mind doing in the slightest. You know I have a thing for blondes.”

“Your dick has a thing for anyone with a pulse,” I deadpan.

“You’re an ass.”

My phone vibrates with a text from Blake.

Blake: I would have slept better if someone didn’t leave me all hot and bothered.

Fuck, this isn’t the time or place to be having a daydream about last night. Blake was so wet and ready for me. The sounds she made. Her startled face when she woke up restrained. I drop my fork and gulp more coffee.

“Is that her texting you?” Jasper asks, polishing off the last bite of food on his plate.

I nod and text her back.

Me: If you’re good and don’t touch yourself, maybe I’ll reward you later.

“Dude, you’re so down bad. The dimples are out.” Jasper watches me like a hawk. It’s quite creepy if I’m being honest. I hope I don’t look at Blake that way.

“Shut up, or I’m gonna send you in the back to wash dishes.” My phone goes off again.

Blake: What if I already did? ;)

This fucking woman will be the death of me. My leg vibrates under the table while I think of a clever response.

Blake: Just kidding… Did you spin out for a second there?

Me: I’m going to spank that ass raw tonight.

Our waitress drops off the check and the to-go box I got for Leon. She gives Jasper a wink before walking over to her next table. I pull out my wallet and notice she left her number on the check.

“See what happens when you clean up and use deodorant?” I pass the check to him and he smirks.

“I’m back on my game.”

We’re getting in the car as my phone vibrates again.

Blake: Looking forward to it.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

DAMON

Leon’soutside smoking a cigarette when we get back. He spots the takeout bag and tips his chin in our direction. “Was wondering why it was so quiet inside.”

“Brought you home an egg sandwich.” I lift the bag up like an offering. “I had to get Jas out of the house. You’re next.”

He takes the bag and we head inside. While Jasper and I sit on the couch, Leon grabs an energy drink from the fridge. “I let the club fuck up get to my head. Now that I see Jasper’s up and moving, I’ll feel better about doing the same.”

“Aww, you were worried about me?” Jas teases. Leon rolls his eyes and sits on the couch with us.

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