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“Do you want me to call him back here when he goes on break?”

“Possibly.”

I gave the staff a thirty-minute break only on busy nights. If it were slower, they could have forty-five minutes. What could we do in that time span? Generally, Finn would suck me off, or vice versa. Perhaps I could have both boys do an oral sandwich where they both use their mouths on my cock to get me off.

But watching Ryder suddenly fumble, before dropping and shattering one of my Waterford crystal glasses on the floor, I had a new idea.

“I see that twinkle in your eye,” Finn said, laughing. “You’re going to punish him, aren’t you?”

“That I am. Everyone who works here knows not to break the expensive glasses. This is the perfect time to introduce him to a sore ass while he works.”

“And what if he likes it?”

“What if he does?”

Finn laughed again. “He may break more things to be punished. Kind of how I push your buttons now and again to feel your hand marking my ass.”

I huffed. “All the more reason… I’ll be right back.” I left my office and headed onto the club floor. The music pounded into my very soul. The DJ was expensive, but talented. He could get the crowd on the dance floor and gyrate as if they were at an orgy rather than a nightclub.

I walked up to Joy, one of our other bartenders, and leaned in closely. “Please take over for Ryder for a moment,” I yelled over the music.

“Uh-oh. I warned him about breaking things. Go easy on the poor guy, yeah? He’s a great bartender, and he’s very sweet, unlike the rest of DC.”

“I don’t like my expensive things broken. He’s only going to get a reminder of that.”

She rolled her eyes and went about her business. Joy had been with me from the beginning, so she pushed her boundaries with me a little.

I headed over to Ryder, who had his back to me, after just finishing cleaning up the shattered glass. When he turned around, he jumped a little.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry, sir. My fingers were wet, and I thought I had it, but…”

“Come with me, please. Joy is taking over for you for a bit.”

Ryder’s shoulders sagged, but he acquiesced, stepping out from behind the bar and following me back to my office.

This was going to be short, sweet, and fun.

Chapter 10

Ryder

God,IguessIwas in trouble. I knew Knox didn’t like it when we broke things. I wasn’t clumsy generally, but my hands had been wet, and it just slipped from my fingers. He wouldn’t be mad enough to call off our arrangement, would he? Was it that much of a big deal? I hoped not, but I was still getting to know Knox and Finn beyond work.

When I stepped into Knox’s office, I found Finn sitting on the leather couch, sucking on one of his lollipops. He smirked and wiggled his fingers in greeting.

It was one thing to get torn down by your boss, but it was quite another being torn down by your boss in front of his stepson.

Knox sat down next to Finn, lifted his tumbler, and took a sip of the Scotch I’d poured for him earlier. I stood in front of him, waiting for my dressing down.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said again.

“And I’m sorry, too, but I’ll have to punish you for it.”

My eyes bugged out. “W-what? Please, I need this job.”

Finn sniggered. “Trust me, he’s not going to fire you.”

“Oh.” Suddenly, their heated stares made more sense. “Ohhhh…” God, I was so inexperienced and inept with this dynamic.

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