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I raised my middle finger at him as I backed away, ducking out from behind the bar and coming round to where Huxley was still standing, bristling with tension.
“Hux.” Curling my fingers around his wrist, I gently pulled his arm away from his chest. “Come with me.”
Thankfully for all three of us, he came with me without protest, following me back behind the bar and through the door that led into the staff-only area. I led him through the corridors to the set of doors that led to the outside area where our supplies were delivered. There were a few large storerooms here and a smaller room where we kept the cleaning supplies. That was the room I aimed for, and as soon as the door closed behind us, I spun around, pushing his back up against the door and pressing my chest into his.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?”
His eyes met mine, glittering in the dim overhead lighting. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“I might have given Tom some good news. But I’ll let him share it with you.” Dipping my head, I exhaled softly, feeling him shiver against me. Yeah. He’d definitely been jealous. “You know he’s straight, right? Even though he works here?”
“He had his hands on you,” he growled, pushing at me, catching me off guard. Before I knew what was happening, he’d spun us so now my back was up against the door, and he was holding me in place.
“Hux. Calm down. It was just a hug.”
“I know.” The fight went out of him, and he let his head fall forwards against my shoulder. “I don’t like that he gets to do that and I don’t.”
My arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer. “We can hug. It’s just, uh, inadvisable with the way I, y’know.”
“The way you what?” Raising his head, he stared at me, a challenge glimmering in his eyes. He wanted me to say it out loud, did he? Fine. If he wanted me to torture myself, I’d torture him too.
My hands slid lower, palming his sexy ass through his jeans. His breath hitched, but he stayed completely still. He wasn’t going to make this easy on me, was he? I pulled him in, letting him feel the line of my hardening erection. His tongue slid across his lips, and he almost imperceptibly angled his hips, enough that his own hard length pressed against mine. He planted his hands on the door on either side of my head, his gaze never leaving mine.
“The way you what?”
I angled my head forwards, speaking against his lips. “The way I want you. Do you want me too, Hux? Is that why you were acting all jealous out there?”
“Yes, I fucking want you,” he growled, and as soon as the words had been torn from his lips, his mouth was on mine.
Hot, hard, and so fucking hungry. We went at each other like we were fighting, instantly riled up. The tension between us had been building ever since the last time we’d kissed, when we said we weren’t going to do this anymore, and I needed more. Needed Huxley. To make him mine.
It was like he was reading my mind. “You’re fucking mine,” he said harshly, his hand working at my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock and getting his hand wrapped around it.
“You’re mine, and you know it,” I panted between mind-melting kisses, opening his jeans so I could get my hand on his dick and make him feel as good as he was making me feel. “I haven’t even looked at anyone else.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said those words, but they were true. From the minute we’d first collided, he’d consumed me, and now I only wanted him. Even when I’d been trying to get over him, the thought of being with someone else hadn’t crossed my mind. Huxley was the one I wanted.
I slid my thumb across the head of his leaking cock, and he groaned against my throat, his teeth scraping over my skin. His body shivered against me, and I fucking loved how responsive he was. It got me going like nothing else. That, and the feel of his hand around my cock…there was no way I was going to last. But neither was he. I wrapped my hand around his length and began to stroke him, matching his pace. He groaned again, thrusting up into my hand, his knuckles knocking against mine as we both chased our release.
“Harder. Fuck. So close,” I gasped. Two more strokes and I was coming, my cock throbbing in his grip, cum soaking his hand and my work shirt. So. Fucking. Good.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, shuddering as he came, his body falling into mine. We were a fucking mess, but I didn’t even care. I wiped my hand off on my shirt since it had already been ruined and wrapped my arms around him again, stroking up and down his back. His arms came up and tentatively wound around my waist, and I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head.
Eventually, we pulled apart. We needed to clean up, and I still had work to do before the club officially opened for the evening. I eyed Huxley warily as I pulled wipes and tissues from the supply cupboard next to the door and handed them to him. Was he going to tell me he regretted this or it shouldn’t have happened?
He remained silent, cleaning up and straightening his clothes. My stomach flipped, but this time, it wasn’t from his proximity. I stripped off my work shirt, balling it up, and exhaled. Okay. I just needed to ask him—
The words I’d prepared died in my throat when I turned around to find his heated gaze devouring my body. I couldn’t have stopped my grin if I’d tried.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “No need to look so smug.”
“All those press-ups I’ve been doing to work off our sexual tension have paid off,” I said, flexing my muscles.
He shook his head, attempting an eye roll, but his hands were already reaching out, sliding over my chest, and lower still, his fingertips tracing over the ridges of my abs. “I thought this might have broken the tension, but I want more.”
“Mmm, me too.” Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I cupped the back of his neck, bringing him close enough to kiss. “But as much as I want to stay, I have work to do.”
“Kiss me first,” he murmured against my lips, and so I did.
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