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“The club is open. Do you want to stay in Texas tonight or fly back home? The choice is all yours. The bottom line is that your ass belongs to me. I plan on fucking you all night and all day tomorrow, too.” One of Hawk’s hands wrapped around the back of Atlas’ neck and tightened the grip. “I’m going to start out by tasting your delicious ass, eating it until you’re screaming my name and fireworks are going off in your balls. Ever had anybody eat your ass, Atlas?”

Atlas pushed his own fist against his cock to try and calm down the huge erection growing with every word that came from Hawk’s lips. “Uh…no. I haven’t had that pleasure yet,” Atlas managed to stutter.

“Good. I want to be your first. After I get you nice and loosened up with my tongue and fingers, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel like I’m ripping you into pieces, and you’ll be begging for me to go harder and faster…and I will. How about milking? Ever had your prostate milked good and proper?”

“You’re going to have to stop talking.” Atlas warned. “I’m seriously not going to be able to hold my shit together. It will not be cool if I come in my pants and I’m close. Too. Damn. Close.”

Hawk gave another one of his predatory smiles. “You want me to take care of that right now? It’s dark. Nobody’s watching…or maybe they are. I don’t give a fuck who sees. You’re mine and I want everybody to know it. I’ve had to hold back while we’ve worked together. Tonight, our business relationship has ended and something else has begun. I’ve fantasized about what you taste like—your cum and your ass for far too long.”

“Okay. That’s it. We’re out of here. I can’t wait any longer.” Atlas answered. Hell, he could barely catch his breath, much less hold it together if Hawk followed through and sucked him off right there. He’d blow his load faster than every teenage boy’s nightmare.

Before he could grab Hawk’s hand and start his getaway, a large man crowded their space, knocking Atlas back onto his seat and causing Hawk to go into protective mode.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Ambrose’s favorite pet. Why am I not surprised to see you here, Hawk? I should have known you would be following Ambrose around like a homeless puppy.”

Atlas heard Hawk growl. His body tensed and his grip on Atlas’ hand tightened. Hawk’s body switched position, just enough to place himself between Atlas and the intruder. It was a subtle movement. Atlas might have never noticed it if he hadn’t been so in tune with all things Hawk.

“You know you aren’t welcome in any of Ambrose’s clubs, Blaze. Show yourself to the door before I call security. The last thing you want to do is let Ambrose see you here.” Hawk grinned. “You know me—always looking for a reason to kick your sorry ass. Stay another minute. Give me a reason. Go ahead. I dare you.”

Blaze looked past Hawk, his eyes closing in on Atlas. “Oh, my. This must be the model for your photos! He is simply delicious, Hawk. What agency did you pull him from?”

“This is myguest, Blaze,” Hawk hissed. “Mine.” Hawk didn’t like the idea of any of Blaze’s attention being focused on Atlas. The man was a stalker at the least—probably much worse if given the opportunity.

“Does Ambrose know he’s yours? We both know how our man loves to tradethingsin when something else tickles his fancy.”

Hawk turned to Atlas. “Stay here, please. The security team knows you’re with me and they’ll take care of you.”

“Let me show you the door, Blaze.” Hawk said as he gripped the other man’s upper arm and then proceeded to manhandle him across the busy floor, before both of them disappeared through the black curtains that led to the exit. At the door, he said, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Blaze. He’s finished with you. It’s been three fucking years. Let. It. Go.” Hawk turned to Roan, the head of security, who’d been following them the entire time, and said, “Make sure every member of your team recognizes this man’s face. He is never allowed into any of Ambrose’s clubs. No exceptions and no room for mistakes. He shows up again and somebody loses their job. Understood?”

“It won’t happen again, Hawk. I apologize. We weren’t aware.”

“Of course, you weren’t,” Hawk answered. “Ambrose had hoped Blaze had finally grown into a man and disappeared from his life.” Hawk looked Blaze up and down. “Apparently, he’s still a spoiled child. It’s not your fault he got in but make sure it doesn’t happen again.” As the other men escorted Blaze out, Hawk pulled Roan aside and whispered, “Let’s not share this with Ambrose until morning. I don’t want to ruin his night.”

Roan nodded. “What’s the deal with this guy? Is he dangerous or a nuisance?”

“He’s somebody that doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer. Ambrose tried to let him down gently, but the idiot wouldn’t have any of it. Personally, I see him as a potential threat. Ambrose thinks he’s harmless but annoying as hell.”

Roan nodded. “I’m with you. Anybody that carries a torch for three years is fucked in the head. Was it a super bad breakup or what?”

“They were never together.” Hawk scratched his chin. “Shit, I know this sounds crazy, but I think he wants tobeAmbrose. It started out with him simply mimicking everything Ambrose did during scenes. Then he started showing up in places he had no business being. He reached out to Ambrose way too many times, trying to set up meetings, dates, or anything else he could think of. All I know is that he’s creepy as hell and doesn’t need to be anywhere near Ambrose.”

“It won’t happen again, Sir.” Roan assured him. “If you’re okay with it, I’ll also discuss this with his personal security detail…or are they aware already?”

“I doubt Ambrose has mentioned it. You know him, he thinks he can handle everything himself. Yeah, talk to him about it. I’ll take the blame if Ambrose goes on a rage about us doing something behind his back.”

“Got it boss,” Roan answered.

Hawk, hoping the potential of ruining opening night had been averted, turned to go fetch his man and put the club behind him and Atlas beneath him. He’d made some serious sex promises he intended to keep. Nobody,absolutely nobody, had ever rocked his world like Atlas…and they hadn’t even kissed, much less fucked.

He skidded to a halt, barely stopping before plowing into the very man he’d been fantasizing about. “I thought I asked you to stay where you were.”

Atlas grinned. “And I thought I told you I was ready to leave.” He looked around and asked, “Did you get rid of the weirdo?”

“Weirdo is being escorted to his vehicle.” Hawk answered. “Now where shall I escort you, my naughty boy. I told you to stay where you were in order to keep you safe. You might need a spanking for disobedience.”

“Closest hotel room.” Atlas answered quickly. “And maybe you need a spanking for trying to be so damn bossy.”

Hawk closed in on Atlas until the smaller man’s body was trapped between Hawk’s solid muscle and the wall. “Tell me, doll, who do you think will end up receiving the spanking between the two of us?”

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