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)
It’d taken me twice as long to clean my area tonight. My limbs felt heavy and slow while a brick resided inside my chest, weighing me down. To top off my father’s refusal to entertain my plans for my future, I’d been yelled at by my boss and multiple customers, all in front of Alex, who I’d treated like shit. I owed him an apology.
A sigh burst forth as I shoved the tight-as-hell booty shorts over my hips, freeing my cock. Those damn things might make my ass and bulge look fantastic, but by the end of a full shift, my cock was screaming for freedom from the extra tight spandex. It hung free and heavy between my legs, along with my balls. The thought of shoving them back into underwear sucked, so I stuffed them in my duffle before stepping into my favorite Moncler sweats. The soft, warm fabric felt like a cozy blanket after the shitty night I’d barely survived. I slipped my T-shirt over my head, followed by the sweatshirt that matched my pants, and bent to retrieve my discarded shorts. After cramming the rest of my stuff in my duffle bag and sliding my feet into my sneakers, I was ready to go the fuck home.
After I apologized to Alex, that is.
Bag over my shoulder, I walked out into the dim light of the empty club. Even though I’d seen Top Shelf deserted this way after every shift, it still felt off to be there in the quiet without hordes of men gyrating to loud music.
It almost felt wrong, like I wasn’t allowed to be there, but at the same time, I kind of liked it.
“Alex?” I called as I set down my bag and coat near the bar.
He didn’t answer. Part of the closing process involved checking every nook and cranny for random stowaways or guys who had passed out. Apparently, a few months after opening, some guy passed out under a VIP table, and no one noticed. He’d awakened alone in a dark, unfamiliar place and freaked out. Determined never to have that social media nightmare occur again, Parker made sure someone completed a thorough search every night. Alex must have been somewhere he couldn’t hear me.
Maybe he’d be more apt to accept my apology if I helped him get out of here faster.
I strode toward the VIP section only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Alex standing with his hip propped against his table. Like me, he wore sweatpants, but unlike me, he also wore a tight T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest like a second skin.
My cock immediately reacted to the gorgeous sight, tenting my pants. Without underwear, I had no hope of hiding my erection. If my throat weren’t so tight, I’d have cursed.
God, he looked good, dark and serious, without smiling. I’d gotten used to seeing him grim-faced, but he didn’t seem mad tonight, which was good. Part of me assumed he’d be pissed at me for taking so long to get out of there, especially after the way I’d snapped at him earlier.
“Uh, hey. Done checking everywhere?” I walked toward him, trying my best to keep my gait casual and not like there was a lead pipe between my legs.
Alex’s gaze flicked down before returning to my face. He nodded.
Mission failed.
“Um, look, Alex…” I stopped about a foot away. Too close. I could smell his cologne. It was nothing fancy, but it mixed with his natural scent and the sweat of a long night’s work, creating something intoxicating. “I owe you an apology for earli—”
He stepped forward, placing a hand on my chest, and my words died on my tongue as his heat seared through my sweatshirt.
“You had a shitty night.” His seductive tone felt like a stroke to my needy cock and a balm to my battered ego.
“Yeah.” I swallowed what felt like a mouthful of gravel. “It sucked.”
Alex trailed his hand down my abs, which flexed beneath his touch, even with layers of fabric between us. He paused, resting his palm flat against my lower belly, right above my cock, which ached for touch.
His touch.
“Want to end it on a better note?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied my face. His dark eyes held a note of mischief so rarely seen in him but all the more potent for its rarity.
I sucked in a breath.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I really fucking do.”
The grin that curled Alex’s lips was so fucking wicked that my knees shook. “Then maybe we should get rid of these sweats.” He grabbed the waistband and shoved it over my ass. The second he released my sweatpants, they pooled at my ankles. My cock, free of restraints, bobbed in front of my body, curling up toward my abs.
“Commando, huh?” Alex raised an eyebrow in what was quickly becoming my favorite expression of his—inquisitive, impish, challenging.