Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Huh?”
As expected, the walk-in was damn cold. As soon as we stepped in, my nipples hardened to two chilly points. So did Alex’s. They looked good, all tight and pointing out from his hairless chest. Did he like them played with? Sucked or pinched while someone stroked his cock? Maybe the occasional light nip.
Or harder.
I nearly fanned myself. What happened to the cold air in the damn walk-in?
“Hello?” Fingers snapped in front of my face. “Earth to Ryder. You asked me if something was allowed.”
I blinked as he snapped again. “Oh, right, sorry. Uh, the guy in the feathers asked if he could lick the champagne off me. If I were down for that, is it something Parker allows?”
“No.” He shook his head as he strode across the walk-in to where the giant bottles of champagne were stored. “Parker is kinda strict when it comes to that. We can dance, flirt, obviously, even touch as long as it’s nothing overly sexual. But we must keep our mouths to ourselves and customers’ mouths off us.”
He hefted the bottle off the shelf. Once again, my attention strayed to how his toned upper body flexed and rippled with the effort.
“Sorry to disappoint. He’s cool with us getting numbers, though, so you could always hook up with him later. You want the bottle or the glasses?”
I snorted. “Thanks, but I’d rather not have to pull feathers out of my orifices. I’ll pass. And bottle. I’ll take the bottle.” I snatched it from him. Alex, carrying a tray of empty champagne flutes, shouldn’t make his muscles pop enough to distract me. “Lord knows where that guy’s tongue has been. How dare you think I’d be that easy,” I added with an exaggerated scoff.
Alex just grunted.
The giant walk-in refrigerator was one of the quietest places in the club, and though freezing, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us to take a second to enjoy the peace before venturing back out into the chaos.
“Bet he sucks a mean cock, though.”
“Hadn’t thought about it.” Alex rotated his head from side to side, cracking his neck and exposing the long, smooth line of his throat.
What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Why couldn’t I stop noticing things about this man’s body? He was throwing me off-kilter without trying, and I needed the upper hand back. Luckily, I knew just the thing to get under his skin.
I cleared my throat, trying to hide my smirk. “You know who gives a fan-fucking-tastic blow job?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Oh, let me guess… you?”
God, he was so fun to play with. So easy to rile. I waggled my eyebrows. “That’s right. Bet I give better head than you’ve ever had.”
He folded his arms across his chest, cutting off my view of his perky nipples.
Too bad.
“I highly doubt that, but I guess I’ll never know for sure because you are the last man I’d let near my dick.”
“Bet I give better head than you.”
He snorted. “Not taking the bait, Ryder. Let’s go. Feathers is waiting, and you don’t want to get on his bad side if you want a good tip.”
Something in me thrilled at him using my nickname for our interesting customer. “Not worried about it. I’ve got that guy wrapped around my finger even though he wants to be wrapped around my dick.”
“Lovely. Can we go now?”
I tilted my head and stared at him as the best idea I ever had popped into my brain.
“Move it. We’re taking too long,” Alex complained. “Not only is the customer going to get annoyed, but Parker will notice too. What? Why are you looking at me all weird?”
“I bet if I sucked your dick, I could make you come faster than you could sucking mine.”
He coughed and sputtered. “I… what? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I shrugged as though talking about him on his knees with my dick in his mouth hadn’t felt like a punch to the gut. Good thing it was too cold in there for my core to spare blood for my dick. “What? Just making an observation. Bet I could hold out longer than you because I’m that damn good. Men are powerless against my mouth.”
He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not talking about this with you.”
“Come on. How about this? We give it a shot. You make me come quicker than I make you come, and I’ll stop working here. You come faster, and you’re stuck working with me until the next semester starts.”
His hand fell from his face, and his jaw dropped. Then, like a switch flipped, his shock transformed into anger. Scowling, he crowded into my personal space. I stepped back until my shoulder blades met the cold refrigerator shelving. He planted a hand on the shelves on either side of my head, boxing me in. Damn, in another plotline this would be hot as hell.