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“Nah. Shit is still slow-moving in that area. I’ll let you know as soon as I do, though.”

“Cool.”

“Damn,” Aella’s voice called from behind them, a beam of light appearing on the wall, then disappearing as the door opened and closed behind her. “It’s a ghost town in here.”

“Because your man fired everybody,” Mars stood, snickering before planting a kiss on Aella’s cheek.

“Boy, I’ll cut your lips off your face.”

“See,” Aella whined. “Now, why would you get him started?”

“What’s life without a little danger?” Mars joked, heading for the door. “I’ll get at y’all later.”

“Hey, beautiful,” Cassius leaned over the bar for a kiss as Aella approached him.

“Hi. Is there a reason you wanted me to meet you in your family’s abandoned bar in the middle of the day?”

“So,” he began, walking around the bar so they were on the same side.

Aella raised an eyebrow. “About?”

Gently grabbing her waist, Cassius hoisted her onto the bar and moved between her legs. “What do you think about us becoming partners in a way?”

“Hmmm,” Aella wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m intrigued. Partners, how?”

“While I was going through inventory, I noticed that we don’t have any of Aged Creek Whiskey’s line. I think it would be dope if we front-carried your line and you had maybe a soft launch and reveal here once I’m done with the remodel.”

“Can you make that remodel happen in a couple of months?”

“If that’s what my lady wants,” he smiled, kissing her softly.

“That’s what the lady wants,” Aella smirked against his mouth as their kiss deepened.

Aella’s breath caught in her throat as Cassius lifted her and walked back around the bar, where the sinks and ice bin were located, placing her back on the bartop so her back was facing the door.

“Cass,” she moaned as he worked his way into the seat of her panties, his fingers brushing against her clit.

“What’s up?” he murmured, his lips at her throat.

“T-the door.”

“Lie back,” Cassius ordered instead of acknowledging what she’d said.

Sinking her teeth into her lip, Aella obeyed, sighing as he bunched her dress up to her waist. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands against her skin while Cassius massaged her thighs before removing her underwear.

“Open your legs, baby.”

“Cass, I don’t think we should⁠—”

The sound of rustling ice made Aella pause, and her eyes flew open when he lowered his head between her legs, pressing a cube of ice against her clit with his tongue. She cried out and bucked her hips, but Cassius planted his hands at her waist to keep her still. He feasted on her with no mercy, and the chilled temperature, along with his very skilled tongue work, quickly brought her to an orgasm.

“Fuckkkk,” she whined, her thighs quaking as he came up for air.

Aella blinked slowly, admiring Cassius’ glazed face and the last of the ice cube between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and released the erection that had been strained against them. She sighed as he gripped her neck and pulled her upward, then thrust himself inside her.

With her hands on his thighs, Aella pushed him deeper, desperate for every inch of him.

“Open up,” he grunted, and Aella complied, parting her lips.