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A muscle jumped in his jaw.
The blond caressed JJ’s cheek, turning his attention back on his face, and claimed his mouth in a move so damn possessive there was no questioning they were together.
My heartbeat thrummed, fighting the song’s bass for dominance in my ears.While JJ gave his dance partner his full focus, I found myself slowly manipulating my client closer to them.We dry humped to the music within touching distance when JJ once more looked our way.
Pupils dilated in the flashing strobe lights, he stared at me for a few seconds before glancing at the young man who’d turned and clung to my shoulders like a needly little bitch.I palmed his pert ass cheeks and clutched him closer, grinding my hard dick against his stomach.
JJ spun in the blond’s arms, leaving his front vulnerable.
As though of the same mind, we both stepped closer to one another, and the heat of the detective pressed against my backside.Goose bumps shivered over my skin, waking my senses.
Holy fucking shit.
Eyes clenched shut, I focused on the warmth of his palm settling on my hips, searing my skin through my jeans.His rigid length pressed against the crack of my ass.The same cologne I remembered from that day in front of the courthouse swarmed my nose with sandalwood.As a single unit, the four of us moved in an erotic dance, caught up in a consuming energy that attempted to drown me in pure bliss.
Had I been on a real date rather than attending to business for Elite, I’d have talked the cutie in my arms into a night of debauchery with the men behind me.I hadn’t been involved in an orgy since college…going on twenty years.
That granite-like length ground through my crack, the swivel of JJ’s hips making my eyes roll back.Headache?Gone.The desire to leave and escape the too-loud music?Demolished.
I wanted to linger in the moment.Hell, my hole was desperate to be bared and fucked raw by the addictive man singeing my backside with his hard heat.
JJ’s fingers crept along the waistband of my jeans, closer to my zipper—and my client must have felt the brush of JJ’s on his stomach.
“Dude!”My client slapped at JJ’s hand while hollering to be heard over the music.“He’s mine for the night!”
Shit.
JJ’s touch skimmed from my waist, and a few seconds later, something slipped into my back pocket.“Sorry, kid,” JJ yelled, his presence fading away.
I wanted to turn.Yank JJ against me.Tell my client to take a goddamned hike.
But I did nothing of the sort…I had a job to do, money to make, and a boss to keep happy.
Forcing a smirk down at the young man climbing my body, I grabbed his ass cheeks as he wrapped his legs around my waist.“Feisty little shit,” I stated against his ear before biting on his lobe, fighting off the disappointment of JJ’s addictive energy having left my backside.
“Damn right!I paid a lot of money to lose my virginity tonight.”
Ah, fuck.That tidbit of information had been missing from his file.With how sexually he danced, with the flirting he’d been doing since the minute we’d picked him up, I’d expected his experience rivaled mine regardless of his age.
My mind wanted to replay those brief moments of JJ fucking my ass through clothing, but I had a smile to return to my client’s baby face.I shifted him a bit lower in my arms until our granite-like cocks pressed together.
“Ready for me?”I asked at his ear, thrusting against him.
“Oh fuck.”He shuddered, and I wondered if he came in his pants.
“Let’s go, sweet boy.I’m gonna take care of you and give you the best damn night of your life.”
“Yes—yes, please.”
Less than a half hour later, I had my client on all fours atop his bed, two fingers stretching his unused hole.
All I could see, all I could think about was JJ.The feel of his firm hold on my hip, his length grinding against my crack.The life-giving sparks between us that had awarded me a buzz without ingesting a hint of drugs or alcohol.The alluring draw that made my dick like an iron spike yet scared the shit out of me.
Detective James Jenner had become my muse.
A delicious fantasy to escape into when I was paid to perform.
“Please,” my client gasped the word, his back arching deeply.“I’m ready.”
