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One final aftershock left her body, and I pulled my cock out of her pussy and put it in her mouth, surprising a laugh out of her. It took a few swipes of her tongue before Sadie drank me in until I trembled.
“Fuck, Sadie.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “Well done.”
Done? Hardly. I kissed my way down her body until I found her pulsing, slick pussy.
“We’re not close to done, Sadie.” I licked her to two more orgasms before she passed out from pleasure. And when she woke up later with my tongue teasing her asshole, I did it all over again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sadie
Throwing myself into improving Lucky Lopez was just what I needed. Even the argument over renaming the club, which Jasper ultimately won, hadn’t pissed me off. Instead, it just fueled me to move forward. To do better. To make this place exactly what I wanted it to be.
Who knew overseeing construction and renovations could be so fulfilling? I made every decision from the color of the studs—copper—that fastened the leather to the booths in the VIP area, down to what type of poles would appear on each stage. This shit was mine. It was all mine.
And it was the perfect distraction from all the shit in my life that I couldn’t change. Like Bonnie being dead. Like the FBI being up my ass about Mueller’s death. About my youngest child icing me out of his life and that of my beautiful granddaughter. Every choice I made was the perfect distraction from the shit show that was my life.
Not my entire life, of course, because Thomas was…holy fuck that man was insatiable. After that night in the hotel, I visited his room every night, let him fuck me until I passed out and woke up in his arms. I couldn’t get enough of him. And with him right by my side every step of the Lucky Lopez renovations, I felt like a different version of the Sadie I’d been for the past thirty years or more.
I felt lighter.
I felt freer.
I felt like the woman I might have been if I’d never met Owen Byrne.
I wasn’t that woman, but for small spaces of time, I felt her trying to emerge again. Maybe it was Thomas. Maybe it was all the sex wiping the fog from my mind. Maybe it was seeing my dream finally come true.
I could see the changes and improvements as they were, but more importantly, I could see them as they would be when opening night rolled around. The place would be filled with ballers of all stripes, from old ass corporate types to Silicon Valley youngsters, to gangsters and everything in between. I could see them mixing with the hottest girls in town, tossing fifties and hundreds onto the stage, stuffing them by the handful into G-strings.
But the best part, the part that would double the money we brought in, was that the top floor would be for frisky rich bitches who liked to watch hot young men thrust their cocks to the latest pop songs. It was all coming together nicely.
A laugh bubbled out of me as I stood on the top floor of the renovated building and watched the workers install a totally over-the-top blue steel chandelier with gold flowers. It held actual candles and was only meant to impress the rich women who would spend their money up here.
A hand went to my lower back, and I caught Thomas’ scent before he whispered in my ear. “What’s so funny?”
I turned to him, enjoying the comfort and heat of being so close to him and not worrying what anyone else thought.
“I was just thinking that most women my age would make something else their second chapter. Maybe start going to church or joining a yoga club, volunteering to spend time with broken kids, anything but tits and dicks.”
Thomas’ deep laugh rumbled against my chest. “It’s not too late to make that the name, is it? Pretty fucking catchy.”
“Tits & Dicks. Jasper would lose his shit. And he was right about expanding our current branding instead of starting over.”
“If anyone could change his mind, it’s you.” He took my hand and pressed our palms together, a clearly affectionate gesture that took me off guard.
I knew how Thomas felt about me, and I wished I could trust it, wished I could return his feelings, but I couldn’t. I’d wiped away that part of myself years ago, but still, I let him take my hand and gave his hand a squeeze. A warmth settled around me, and I froze, wondering if this feeling, this warmth, was the thing Owen had truly stolen from me all those years ago. Or was it Colm who had taken what was left after Owen?
“Where are we going?”
Thomas looked at me with a gentle smile and brought our clasped hand to his mouth, brushing a light kiss over my knuckles. “You’ll see.”
