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“I have a sinus thing! Besides, I snore like a sexy beast.”
“You do,” I assured him, my mouth twitching. Pressing myself flush to his front, I squeezed his leather-clad ass. “Still want a nap?”
He grumbled, glancing over at the wall clock as his arms settled around my neck. “We have to stop at mine before heading to work so I can change into a suit, so we don’t have time for a nap and the dick sundae. And I’m suddenly very, very hungry, Mr. Hough.”
My cock twitched under the robe, plumping back up. “Okay, well, let me at least go wipe off the—”
“No,” he purred, reaching down to loosen the robe’s belt and giving me a filthy grin. “I like salty and sweet together.”
I bit my lip, squirming as he slipped his hands under the open sides of my robe to grip my ass. Everything was very slippery between my cheeks, making me flush. “But… there’s cum running down my leg—”
“Good.” He crowded me until I started walking backward. “Get on the table, Taylor. Get that cock nice and hard for me again.”
I gulped, my nuts tingling. I darted a look at the freezer. “This is gonna be cold, isn’t it?”
Chapter Thirty-Five
A New Use for Nipple Tassels
When we got to the club later that afternoon, Larkin asked us what we’d been up to today. We couldn’t exactly tell him I’d given Holt a strange, naked, underpants-ironing striptease, and then he’d proceeded to make an ice cream sundae out of my dick—which had gotten very messy—so I just mumbled that we’d gone shopping and hung out.
“We saw Ethel,” Holt told him, flicking through the mail Larkin had forgotten to put on his desk—it had just been thrown onto the coffee table instead. “She mentioned trying to set you up with her granddaughter.”
Larkin’s cheeks flushed dark blue. His eyes darted to the door that led to the hallway, the one Seb was standing outside of, reading the paper. “Oh. Yeah. That was a while ago.”
“You weren’t interested?” Holt flicked him a glance. “Maybe dating someone might stop you drooling over all the wrestlers.”
Larkin rolled his eyes, but he was still blushing. “It’s not like they’ll all stop walking around half-naked and being ridiculously hot if I start dating someone. Besides”—he fussed with some papers on his desk, keeping his gaze lowered—“I’m cool being single. I’m a free spirit, bro.”
Holt shrugged, throwing the mail back down on the table. “Okay. You watching the show tonight?”
“That depends.” Larkin smirked at me, lazily jerking his desk chair side to side. “Are you gonna fuck in the private box again?”
“We haven’t fucked in the private box.” Holt rolled his eyes.
“Nah, but you were def giving Taylor a blowie last time, right?”
My face flamed red as Holt huffed.
“You’re a little shit,” he told Larkin, slipping his arm around my waist. “Do what you want, Lark. But no drinking until the show’s over, at least.”
Larkin fidgeted a little in his seat, glancing at the door again. “After I go get Cora, I might just come back here. Do some work.”
Holt spluttered in shock. “Do some work? What work?”
“Assistant shit.” Larkin gestured at his computer. “You asked me to email the booze people about our deliveries.”
“I asked you to do that on Tuesday,” Holt said in disbelief. “Last Tuesday.”
“Yeah, well, I’m doing it, okay?” Larkin glared at him. “You asked me to do loads of other stuff too. I can’t do everything at once.”
“All I asked you to do yesterday was go out and get my lunch. And sign for the wrestlers’ protein powder delivery.”
“Um, listen, that delivery is like… I dunno, ten tonnes of protein powder or something. I had to help the dude get it all inside.”
“Why didn’t you just ask Seb to help you?”
Larkin’s cheeks flamed dark blue again. “Because I didn’t. Ugh. Oh my god, Taylor, are you hearing this?”
