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“Yeah, baby?”
He straight up moaned, immediately clamping his hand over his mouth, although I doubted anyone would hear him with the thrumming bass of the music around us and the fact that we were so secluded.
“Don’t hide from me.” I gave in, kissing a line back up his throat, tasting the salt on his skin as my hand moved higher up his thigh. His eyelids fluttered closed, his finger still tracing patterns on my hand. After a moment, he began to move his finger higher, sliding it up my forearm to the place at my elbow where my sleeves were rolled up. Then he traced a line back down to my hand, still using a light, teasing movement. It was driving me fucking insane, and this was only one finger on myarm, of all places.
I mouthed at his throat, moving my hand off his thigh and onto the growing bulge between his legs. When I rubbed my hand over his dick, his moan vibrated against my lips. So fucking hot. My cock was painfully hard, trapped in my jeans, and I knew that he had to be feeling the same restriction. My fingers went to the button of his jeans, but he stopped me with a hand over mine.
“Not yet.”
Raising my head, I met his heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes dark with arousal. This time, I couldn’t resist leaning in and capturing his lips with mine. The kiss went from zero to a hundred in just a couple of seconds, Elliot’s hands cupping the back of my head as he pulled me closer. “Can’t get enough of kissing you,” I panted against his mouth before attacking his lips again. Somehow, I ended up straddling him, grinding my bulge down against his as his hands moved all over my body, driving me completely fucking insane.
“That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I’m friends with several porn stars, so believe me, I’ve seen a lot. But there’s a privacy curtain for a reason.”
We sprang apart instantly like we were magnets repelling each other. Collapsing back into the booth, I pressed a hand to my chest, attempting to slow my racing heart rate before meeting JJ’s amused gaze.
“Sorry for interrupting,” he said. He wasn’t sorry. “I was coming over to tell you that my performance is about to start, but then I saw you two tongue fucking each other. I got sidetracked watching you.”
“You stood there watching us?” Elliot’s unconvincing attempt at an outraged hiss made me smile.
“Yep. I’m a gay man with twenty-twentyish vision, and you two are fucking hot together. Who wouldn’t wanna see that?”
“He has a point,” I said. “We are hot together. Very fucking hot.”
Elliot’s cheeks were flushing again, and I wanted to kiss him so badly. Bloody hell, I never lost control like this. I’d completely forgotten that we were technically in public because all I saw was him.
“Even though we can all agree it was hot, this is my workplace, and there are things you might be able to get away with doing in other places that you can’t do here where my boss is entertaining business clients. Dry humping is one of them. So just use the curtain, okay? You’re my guests, so I’m responsible for you.” JJ stepped closer, smirking. “Plenty of things happen behind the curtain. You want condoms. Lube. Wipes. A change of clothes. I’ve got you covered.”
Elliot’s mouth fell open as he stared at JJ. JJ just winked at him, his eyes glittering with whatever black-and-gold sparkly shit he’d just lined them with.
“We’ll use the curtain.” I went to slide out of the booth, but JJ shook his head.
“Wait until I’ve finished my dance.”
One hot-as-fuck kiss from my best friend and my brain was so scrambled that I’d forgotten we were here to support JJ. “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss it,” I said truthfully. “You gonna show us your lap dance moves after?”
“Yeah. I’ll find one of the other dancers to do my demonstration on, unless either of you want a dance from me?” He shot me a knowing look.
“No,” I said immediately. Yeah, Elliot had enjoyed watching me dance on JJ, but I didn’t want anyone else to have the privilege of dancing on Elliot. Hello, double standards.
“I thought not. I’ll find someone. For now, sit back and watch the master at work.” Blowing us a kiss, he backed away from our booth and then bounded over to the stage.
“Bloodyhell. I had no idea JJ had so much talent,” Elliot whispered, his gaze fixed on the stage where JJ was hanging upside down on the pole, barefoot and wearing another of his endless supply of tiny shorts—this time in gold. His entire body was shimmering gold, in fact, even his hair, and I made a mental note to ask him how he’d done it. Not that I was planning to paint myself golden or anything, but you never knew when information like that would come in handy.
JJ twisted and spun in a graceful, athletic routine, all rippling muscles and shimmery skin, and honestly? I was insanely jealous of his moves. “He’s amazing.” I sighed heavily. “There’s no way on earth I can compete with him.”
Elliot dropped the ice cube he’d been fishing out of his glass, sending a small tsunami of gin cascading over the edge. His wide eyes met mine. “Why would you want to?”
Good question. “To impress you?”
“Ander.” He shook his head, incredulous. “Why on earth would you think that you had to be better at dancing than JJ to impress me? Don’t you remember how—” He paused, biting down on his lip and lowering his gaze.
“Remember how…” I prompted.
“How much I liked you dancing on me. And watching you dance on JJ. YouknowI did. And yes, JJ is amazing, but he impresses me in a whole different way than you.”
My lips curved into a smile. “Yeah? Different how?”
“You know how.” He huffed. “Don’t play dumb.” Fishing the ice cube back out of his glass, he crunched it viciously.
