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I cleared my throat and heard a voice in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t grasp the words. Just…it was a warning. This wasn’t normal. I should gently, politely shift him off my lap.
I didn’t do that.
Because it felt good.
Too good.
Mother of fuck.
I chugged my drink and told Roe to make me another.
Then I loosened my tie and tried to distract myself. I eased into Neil and Sonny’s discussion about permits for location shoots, and I sympathized with Sonny and his crew because they were being forced to move a project out of state to save money. It was all politics. Some states begged filmmakers to come; others made us jump through hoops.
“No shop talk!” Roe handed me my drink and tried to scowl at me.
Too fucking cute.
“You’re too drunk to look mad.” I smirked lazily and sipped my drink. Fucking amazing—he knew how to mix ’em. “Besides, you’ve said I’m too hot to be pissy with.”
“That you remember,” he deadpanned. “But when I want you to empty the dishwasher, I gotta remind you twenty fuckin’ times.”
He was so goddamn funny when he spoke with his hands. The Brooklyn guy came out in full force when he’d had a few.
“I empty that thing way more than you do,” I chuckled.
“Because I don’t like it.” He emphasized every word and grinned, satisfied, when I laughed.
He started moving to the music again, but I got stuck on the worst thought. Were our days of bitching about cleaning almost over? Roe was lazy around the house. He was the creator. The one who stirred up a mess in the kitchen and then walked away. The one who hauled out video games and snacks, then got a call and forgot about the rest. But I didn’t mind. Without his initiative, I’d lead a boring life.
I emptied another drink and got caught in a dizzy spell. He couldn’t move, dammit. He couldn’t leave me. I wasn’t ready to share him.
Fuck.
I wedged a hand between the armrest and his lower back, steadying him a bit. If he wanted to shimmy to the music and lip-sync with Gina, he’d have to stick to my thighs. I couldn’t have him moving over my cock.
My cock was untrustworthy these days.
And Roe’s little ass wasn’t bad to look at.
If I was gonna be honest and all. But I had no clue how he could fit a dildo in there.
“Jake! Roe!”
I furrowed my brow and struggled to fix my stare on…Juan. He was holding up—of fucking course. Shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
“For old times’ sake,” he insisted. “I bet Gina wants to know what a Tequila Licking is.”
Roe groaned a laugh.
“Uh, yeah.” She did. “Do I want one?”
“With your man—absofuckinglutely.” Roe nodded. “Jake and I will show you.”
Oh, would we?
It’d been a while…
“It’s a not-so-creative body shot,” I drawled. “Instead of taking the shot off your partner’s body, you lick the salt off him instead. Roe’s hardly the inventor.”
“Will you fuckin’… Why you gotta be like that?” He gave me a bleary-eyed glare, then refocused on pouring the shots.
Gina looked on with mirth in her eyes.
“I’ll be a good boy now,” I promised.
“Oh no, we prefer bad Jake.” Juan winked at me.
Bad Jake made bad choices.
Bad Jake had fewer limits.
Bad Jake was really beginning to love having Roe on his lap.
I rubbed his lower back slowly, and he held up the salt. I tilted my neck, exposing it for him, and he poured some salt across my skin. I was handed the lime wedge next, so I bit into the peel. Then he said cheers to everyone and threw back the tequila.
He grimaced and shuddered like he always did, before he dipped down and licked the length of my neck.
Fuuuck.
I squeezed his thigh automatically and shivered, and he finished by sinking his teeth into the lime wedge, causing juice to trickle down my chin.
Once he backed off, I swallowed the lime flavor and wiped a hand over my chin.
“That never fucking fails!” Juan fanned himself.
I grinned crookedly.
Gina was quick to give her hubby some foreplay for later tonight, and I was honestly relieved I was off the hook. I couldn’t concentrate worth a damn, the club was spinning, and I felt too hot. Shots at this point would send me to the nearest bathroom within the hour.
I might have to switch to beer.
Roe draped an arm around me and dipped down to speak in my ear. “You havin’ a good time?”
I nodded and shifted underneath him, needing a better angle. Fuck yeah, that was it. I didn’t care anymore. Put the pressure on my cock. My thighs were going numb.
“You drunk?”
I let out a laugh and nodded sluggishly. “Plastered.”
Was I touching him too much? I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t stop rubbing the top of his ass, right below his belt—same with his thigh. If others noticed, it had to look weird. But one voice I couldn’t get to shut the fuck up was the one telling me Roe was leaving me. He was gonna move out and get married and start a family with fucking Sandra.
