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I tease the slit on the tip of his dick with my tongue, giving him my best innocent eyes. “You’ll probably have to bend me over your desk and spank me.”
He growls in warning, his grip on my hair tightening.
“And so your clients and ex-girlfriends don’t hear us, you better get creative in keeping me quiet.”
His hips thrust hard, effectively shutting my sassy mouth up.
Gazing at Sofina’s curves outlined by a beautiful black dress makes me want to rethink bringing her with me to meet Ren at a bar where one of our artists is playing tonight. All eyes stray to her as she passes and pride blossoms in my chest. She’s mine. They can look, but she leaves with me. Is it time to go yet?
“I love it here, Ronan. The ambiance of this bar is everything I wanted for Ritz Russo’s. Every table occupied with groups of people drinking and having fun and the stage the focal point of the club.” She beams at me, a gracious smile on her luscious lips. “Lucca always shot my ideas down.”
Placing my hand on her lower back, I guide her to a corner booth sectioned off for us. Ren is already sitting there nursing a beer. This place is one of the most popular clubs in town and influential in the music industry. Many talents have launched from this very club. The wait list to get into their open mic night is six months long.
Sofina leans over to drop a kiss to Ren’s cheek, making him grin up at me like a fool. The asshole. I slide into the booth beside her and flag down a waitress.
“One lemon drop and a whiskey on the rocks,” I instruct. “Bring the bottle and an extra glass, please.”
“That extra glass better not be for me,” my brother complains like the pussy bitch he is now that he has a girlfriend. “I have plans after this. I can’t be comatose on hundred-dollar whiskey by nine o’clock.”
“Since when did you not want to be drunk by nine o clock? Oh, wait, since you handed your balls over to a certain lady,” I mock, making Sofina giggle.
“I love this place, Ren. How did you find it? There’s a relaxed vibe, but there’s no mistake you’re in an expensive place being treated to something exceptional, you know? I wish Lucca would come to places like this and see what’s out there, what works.” She rants on, making Ren raise a questioning brow in my direction.
“What’s the deal with your brother anyway?” Ren asks blatantly.
Her little body sags slightly. Lucca has fucking issues. Sofina thinks he’s ignoring her and letting her go, but the truth is he’s been calling me at work, grieving to me about her.
He wants her home. Chucked the word brat around until I hung up on him five times.
Something is going to have to be done. He may be a fucking prick, but she loves him and misses him.
“He gave up a lot. Came home to take care of me so I didn’t get put into the foster system,” Sofina says, with a shrug of her shoulder. Our drinks arrive, offering her a reprieve from Ren interrogating her.
“What did he give up?” Ren asks once the waitress leaves.
“Ren,” I bark, shaking my head.
A light chuckle tickles from Sofina as she places a hand on my arm. “It’s fine.” She takes a sip of her drink and stirs it with her finger before slipping the digit into her mouth and sucking the juice from it.
For fuck’s sake.
It’s innocent on her part, but she has no clue how sexual she is by a simple action. Ren’s eyes flick to her finger, then lips, and then over to me with a filthy smirk tilting up his mouth.
Fucker. He’s thinking the exact thing I am.
“School, but it was a girl who broke him, you know?” she muses, her brow crashing down.
“She dumped him?” Ren asks, making me roll my eyes. This shit isn’t our business.
“He asked her to move back with him, but she wouldn’t. It really took a toll on him.”
Ren keeps on fucking probing. “Do you feel blame?”
“Ren,” I growl. He smiles and leans in on his forearms to get a better look at Sofina, daring her to answer.
“Yes, but I was a kid and didn’t ask him to make that choice.”
“He’s your brother. It was never a choice,” I tell her, stroking a finger down her cheek.
“Family is everything. Your brother will come around. Don’t fret, little pet,” Ren says, pouring a whiskey into the spare glass and replacing her lemon drop with it.
I feel it as her spine straightens. Her head turns to me with her eyes expanding. “I don’t like liquor.” She scrunches up her nose. It’s adorable, and it turns me on more than I could ever explain to her.
