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“Why can’t you sort it out, Hulk?”
“Because it’s the women, Pres.”
I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. “You pussy, get out there and sort it out. If you can’t pull the women into line, then what fucking hope have you got of dealing with heavy shit? If Tag could hear you now—”
“Fuck you,” he yells, cutting me off. I smile to myself. Hulk hates it when I say shit like that about Tag. Being compared to the Mafia is insulting to him.
I groan. I was sick of going over the books anyway. I open the door, and Hulk looks surprised. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d actually come out.” Usually, I wouldn’t, but it’s been a few hours since I’ve seen Mae and I miss her. I sound like a pussy-whipped bitch.
I follow Hulk, with Dodge hot on my heels, into the main room. It’s busy now that we’re on lockdown, but because of the time, most of the kids are in bed. I spot the girls that Hulk’s referring to because of the loud giggles and yelling coming from the bar area. Mae sways, a bottle of wine hanging loosely in her hand. Piper is sitting on the table, talking animatedly to her, and Lucy is watching the pair intently, her head going back and forth between them. “Well, they don’t look too outta hand from here,” I say.
“Man, you didn’t see them on the table dancing. If they weren’t part of this club, I’d have offered them all a job in the strip bar.”
I raise my brows and make a mental note to get Mae to show me her moves later. Arms wrap around my neck, and from the scent of her strong, overpowering perfume, I know it’s Angel before I’ve seen her face. We haven’t spoken since she pissed me off in the nightclub, but she holds a drink out for me, which pretty much means she wants to forget the argument and move on. I take it, and she works her way around my body until she stands in front of me. Her hands rest against my chest, but I make no move to touch her back. Instead, I stare her down until she finally breaks. “Oh come on, are you still grumpy over the whole Mae thing?” I don’t respond, and she reaches up and places a kiss on my cheek, “I’m sorry, Pres. Please forgive me.”
“Get lost, Angel,” says Hulk, scowling. “He don’t want you anymore.”
“What do you know?” she snaps.
“That’s enough,” I growl, noticing Mae’s attention on us.
“Well, tell her to fuck off then. You gonna claim her and make her my step-mum? Of course, you aren’t, so get rid of her.”
Angel glowers at him, “You’re so annoying.”
“Jesus, the pair of you are behaving like kids,” I snap, removing her hands from my chest and stepping away from the two of them.
I move towards Mae. “You causing trouble in my club?” I mutter, making sure the other girls aren’t paying any attention to us. “I hear you’ve been showing my guys what you can do.”
“I was dancing. It’s not my fault your guys are like dogs in heat.” She quirks a brow at me. It’s sexy, and I smirk.
“You can show me later, and I’ll judge if it’s appropriate for you to behave like that when you belong to me.” I carry on towards the bar, feeling her eyes burning into the back of my head.
None of this is like me—the possessive feeling I’ve felt these last few days towards Mae is new to me. I liked Hulk’s mum, she was strong and the type of woman who would handle a guy like me, but there was something missing between us. We didn’t have that spark that made me wanna rip her clothes off and spend my days buried inside her. When she disappeared, leaving Hulk with me at just five years old, I vowed to never let a woman into our life like that again. I couldn’t handle putting us through that pain a second time.
These days, with Hulk being a grown arse man, I don’t have to worry about him getting attached, but I still hadn’t met anyone who piqued my interest enough to want to keep them for myself. Until now. The funny thing about it is Mae’s been there all along, I just didn’t see it.
I end up back in my office to finish off the books, and when I resurface many hours later, the place is quiet. The main room is completely empty with the lights turned down low.
Upstairs, I head straight for Mae’s bedroom. I have an idea, but I’m not sure how adventurous she is. I tap lightly on the door, and a minute later, she opens it wearing just a shirt. I take her hand, and she whispers, “Where are we going?”
“I told you what would happen if you spilled whiskey again,” I say quietly.
We sneak down the stairs and into the main room. It’s still dark and peaceful, much to my relief. “You can’t be serious, Ace,” she hisses, trying to pull free when she realises my intentions.
“Deadly.” I smirk, leading her to the bar. I take down the bottle of whiskey and hand it to her. “Do it,” I say, and she takes the bottle from me.
“This is crazy. What if someone catches us?” she argues.
“Pour the damn drink, Mae,” I growl, then watch as she unscrews the bottle top and removes it. I unfasten my belt, and she eyes me nervously. I nod towards the bar, and she sighs before tipping some of the whiskey out onto the bar top. Without warning, I bring my hand down across her thighs, giving her a short, sharp slap. She hisses, jumping away from me.
“What the hell was that?” she growls, rubbing the sore spot. I pop the button on my jeans, smiling at her as I lower them to rest under my backside and pull out my erection. Taking her by the waist, I spin her around so her back is to me. Pulling out a silk scarf I found earlier, I place it over her mouth, tie it at the back, and then smack her arse again. This time, she jumps but doesn’t make a sound. I rub the area, pushing up her nightshirt.
I step back and take in the beautiful sight before me. Her rounded ass is begging to be fucked, but for now, I settle for her wet pussy. I drag two of my fingers through her folds, and she bucks against me, groaning. “Shh, baby, you need to be quiet,” I whisper.
I dip my fingers in the whiskey from the bar top and then pop them in my mouth, humming my approval. “I need to bottle that,” I groan. “Your pussy and my favourite liquor, best taste ever.”
I line myself up with her entrance and push straight in. Mae is shoved forward, slamming her hands onto the bar to catch herself. I feel my orgasm rushing forward, but I’m not ready to stop yet, so I pull out. I dip my hand in the whiskey again and rub it along my erection. Mae eyes me excitedly. So far, she hasn’t sucked my cock, but after her behaviour tonight, she’s gonna get on her knees. I pull the scarf from her mouth and pull it tight around her neck, “I’m gonna let you lick my cock, suck it like your life depends on it, Mae,” I warn, and she nods eagerly.
