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Brick clicked his tongue. “Well, there’s the fact you have a girlfriend, which just made me an accessory to infidelity.”

Jules laughed softly. “Really? That’s the first thing you wanna talk about?”

“It’s at the top of the list, in fact.” Brick frowned. “Look, I am all for having a good time, but not if it means cheating. And I should have said something last night, but then your tongue was in my mouth—”

“Hey. You ain’t gotta worry about that.”

“Why?”

“Trust me when I say we are not exclusive.” Jules rubbed at his eyes. “A woman like my Maddy needs a lot of attention.”

“Okay, stop being vague for like two seconds.” Brick huffed. “Are you saying you guys are polyamorous? Do you have an open relationship?”

The terms seemed to confuse Jules, and he said, “She’s got a lady friend and some other guys she shacks up with sometimes. Usually when I ain’t around, okay?”

“And is she gonna be okay with you and me?”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.”

“Hey!” Brick poked Jules’s chest. “Answer the question.”

“Yeah, she ain’t gonna care.” Jules smirked. “She’ll probably ask if she can watch.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

Jules kissed Brick passionately, cradling the side of his face. It was sweet and slow, and Brick couldn’t decide if Jules had kissed him to shut him up or just because he wanted to.

Maybe both.

When Jules tried to slip his tongue in, Brick recoiled. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Jules kissed him again, licking boldly into Brick’s mouth.

It was hard for Brick to argue, and he gasped as Jules pinned him on his back. Brick was very glad Jules hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and he greedily groped his bare shoulders. Yes, this was still quite insane, but he couldn’t be bothered to think about the real world when Jules was holding him down and kissing him like there was nothing else in the universe he’d rather be doing.

Then a phone rang.

Brick didn’t think it was his from the sound of the tone, and Jules’s annoyed growl indicated it was definitely his.

“Hold that thought.” Jules sat up.

“Holding.” Brick smiled when Jules gave him one last kiss before he got out of bed.

Jules was as stunning as Brick had remembered, and even more so now just wearing a pair of boxers. Even though he lacked any precise definition, Brick would take Jules’s impressive bulk over any of the hardbodies flexing on television any day of the week.

Jules was a massive beast of a man, and everything from his shoulders to his belly to his tree-trunk thighs exuded a sense of power and brute strength.

God, he was just so hot.

Brick watched Jules grab his phone and step out of the bedroom, and Brick snuggled back under the covers to wait for his return.

A quick glance around revealed a big but nearly empty master bedroom. There was a king-sized bed with a black leather headboard with matching bedside tables and a dresser. Brick didn’t see anything personal except a suitcase and a tidy pile of dirty clothes by the door.

Brick could hear Jules talking outside, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Sighing, he rolled around, trying to get comfortable and decide what to do.

Brick didn’t know what time it was, but it was probably late. He still wanted to discuss the rest of his list with Jules, but maybe it was better that he got ready to leave. Fears of Jules being a cheater aside, there were the much more pressing issues of him being an infamous gangster and being very much responsible for those guys breaking in to Brick’s house and pointing a gun at him.

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