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“Do you think talking to Brianna on the phone is the right way to do things?”

Starting the car, I tilt my head while reversing out of the park. “You think I should see her in person?”

“Maybe she will see how serious you are. It will be more personable.”

“You’re right. I’ll take her out for a coffee catchup and tell her everything that’s been happening and how serious we are. If you’re okay with that?”

Smiling, she reaches out, taking my hand. “You think this is gonna work?”

I shrug. “Honestly, I don’t know, but it has to. Right now, though, I don’t want to think about tomorrow…” A salacious grin appears, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.“I want to start making you feel good. So spread those legs and hike up that dress.Let me finger fuck you while I drive.”

She widens her eyes. “Blake!”

I chuckle. “Spread your legs, baby. Right now!”

She bites her bottom lip and pulls her dress up, showing me that perfect pussy still glistening from my release.

Fuck yes!

Knowing it’s me who’s claimed her seats a deep urge inside me to take control again.

“I want you to scream your pleasure now that we don’t have to be quiet. Do you understand me?”

I feel her eyes on me as I drive, pushing the pedal to the floor and accelerating. I know she loves the excitement of the danger, and that’s when I hear, “Yes, Mr. Branson.”

“Good girl.”

The Next Day

My knee bobs anxiously as I sip on a whisky neat, sitting in Revel Rose. I need liquid courage because I have no idea how Brianna will react to what I have to say. All I know is that I need her help with Nash.

Marcel steps up to my table and doesn’t hold back. “You look like you’re about to shit your pants. Trouble at work?”

I place my glass on the table. “Kinda work-related. Rules and regulations making life hard, you know?”

Marcel chuckles, leaning closer. “Do I look like the kind of man who follows the damn rules?”

The skull rings on his fingers, the diamond stud earrings in his ears, and the general look of ‘don’t fucking mess with me’ tells me that, no, Marcel doesnotfollow any damn rules. Humming under my breath, I take another sip of whisky. “It’s easy for you, though. You don’t have to answer to anyone.”

He shrugs. “True, but I did once until I took a stand and paved the way for myself. If you don’t stand up for who you are, Blake, you’ll be stuck in a holding pattern of the same monotonous, boring existence for-fucking-ever. Break the mold. Take all the chances. That is when you truly begin to live, my friend. You’re in New Awlins, and as they say,laissez le bon temps rouler.”

I raise my glass. “Yeah, for sure, brother… let the good times roll.”

He smiles, his eyes conveying all sorts of mischief, then he pats my shoulder. “Whatever you’re in here for today, I have a good feeling about it.”

“Thanks, Marcel,” I tell him as I spot Brianna walking through the door. His eyes follow mine, and he tilts his head to me. “Shall I grab her a juice? I hear Vitamin C is good for pregnant women.”

“Yeah, that’ll be great.”

He takes off for the bar, giving Brianna a curt wave as he goes. She makes her way over, and I stand to greet her. “Sparkles, you’re practically glowing,” I chime, leaning in to embrace my best friend.

She hugs me but groans. “It’s not a glow. It’s me glistening from sweat. Who knew that being pregnant would make me so hot all the damn time?” She pulls back and instantly takes a seat, letting out a huff. “And freaking tired. I mean, so tired I can barely stand. To top it off, I’m only a couple months in, and already, this is doing my head in. I haven’t even gotten to the second trimester, let alone all the puking!”

Scratching my head, I stare at her and smirk saying nothing, simply letting her vent as much as she needs.

“Don’t even get me started on the weird shit I crave. I mean… who in their right mind eats chicken nuggets with ice cream at two in the morning? Poor Nash had to go to McDonald’s and buy me nuggies and a sundae just so I could satisfy my craving. It was so bad last night I even put barbecue sauce on the ice cream. Blake…what the fuck is wrong with me?”

I burst out laughing, instantly feeling more at ease. “Nothing is wrong with you, Bri, your body is going through some major changes, and it’s only natural that there’s going to be some… well, adjustments.”

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