Page 4 of Smoke After Hours

Her jeans went next, her peach boy shorts the exact shade of her bra. When she opened the drawer of her nightstand, I tracked her movements, smirking when I realized that she’d chosen Red Devil—the G-spot massager that I had left on her desk last week with nothing more than a sticky note of the name.

She didn’t remove her bra, but she eased her panties down her thick thighs, teasing me but not showing me that pretty pussy of hers. Her thigh closest to the window was bent at the knee as she sunk into the pillows and slowly eased the sex toy between her legs, her body somewhat lifting off the bed as she did so.

Her lips slightly parted, and although her window was closed, I swore if I listened close enough and pressed my ear to the cool glass, I could hear her moans as she gave into the delicious pleasures of Red Devil.

No matter how badly I wanted to rush to her room, I didn’t stand from my seat, opting to remove my dick from my pants and stroke my length while I watched my beautiful Bentley lose herself.

By the time she gave into her orgasm, I snatched a towel from my desk and came just as hard, grunting and growling at the release that didn’t do anything to ease my desire to rush over to her.

But I didn’t.

I never did.

We weren’t gonna talk about what happened either. If we didn’t talk about it, we couldn’t feel guilty about what we did after hours when no one was watching.

When our friends couldn’t judge us.

When we didn’t have to worry about the consequences.

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Juicy Lounge: Meeting room in First Class Fantasy sex club

BENTLEY

“Don’t be nervous,”Volley encouraged as we descended the stairs to an important meeting.

I smiled, ignoring the way his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Thanks, V.”

It was a new day and the same us. Meaning, we weren’t going to talk about how I masturbated twice last night with him watching me through his window like he always did.

Never touching.

Only watching.

It was exhausting, but I understood it. Understoodus. It wouldn’t be an issue that he had technically been hired to protect me if I wasn’t so damn attracted to him. Even as we did something as simple as walking down the stairs, his presence consumed me with every step of his heavy boots, the metal stairs slightly shaking as the rhythm of his powerful stride echoed through the narrow space.

When we reached the bottom, Volley was larger than life in the place. He was an old soul. A force of nature and a true testament of strength and resilience. Standing tall and proud, he was a man of impressive build, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his worn leather jacket. Broad shoulders hinted at a lifetime of hard work and determination, while brawny arms bore evidence to countless fights won.

Thick, highlighted dreadlocks tumbled down his back like a cascade of midnight basting in rays of sunlight, each strand carrying the weight of his untold stories. Yet, it was his smoldering eyes that often held me hostage as they burned with something dark and dangerous. A fierce intensity you couldn’t look away from. Like now, as he looked at me while we waited to be let into the Juicy Lounge conference room where others were awaiting our arrival.

You okay?his eyes asked.

Always,mine answered, putting his mind at ease.

Walking through the doors, I channeled all the confidence I could, ready to see if my work proposal to plan our first official cannabis smoke hop had been accepted.

Yet, when I entered, Jade and Nash Crowne, the owners of First Class Fantasy, and my employers, Crayson and Jordyn Madden, weren’t the only ones present like I assumed they would be. Jackie D Crowne was also there, and I was introduced to his brother, Patrón Crowne, both who were also Jade’s brothers-in-law.

A quick look at Volley’s intuitive stare proved that he also hadn’t expected either man to be in attendance.

“Thanks for joining us today,” Jordyn stated, motioning for us to take a seat around the conference table with everyone else. “I’m sure you’re wondering why there are other guests in the room.”

“I was,” I admitted.

Jordyn and Crayson were the reason I was able to open Elevated Express in partnership with them both. I’d never imagined owning my own franchise, but here I was. My proposal had included an idea I had to take the business to the next level, but I couldn’t imagine why so many others needed to be here.

“We’ll explain later,” Jordyn mentioned. “Are you comfortable with delivering your presentation to the room?”

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