in his stool and transferring his attention to the unsuspecting guy in the neighboring seat. Feeling a little guilty for unwittingly foisting Hank on the poor dude, Ry escaped the bar and strode in Bram’s direction. He met up with him outside the men’s john. “Did you talk to Lacey about meeting us over at your place?”
“No, she’s been avoiding me like the plague. Every time I went into her office, she dredged up some excuse to be somewhere else.”
Ry grunted. “She can’t hide forever. Why don’t you grab takeout from the kitchen and head home to get everything ready? I’ll work on Lacey.”
“Don’t let her duck out on you.”
When it came to going after what he wanted, Ry could be like a Rottweiler scoping out a juicy porterhouse steak—one determined sonofabitch. There was nothing in this world he wanted more than Lacey. “Not a chance.”
Bram grinned. “Maybe I should stop by Jana’s place first and pick up some handcuffs. They might come in handy tonight. In more ways than one.”
Bram’s sister owned Wicked Delights, a lingerie store that also stocked some interesting adult novelties. Ry’s cock thickened behind his fly as he pictured Lacey stretched naked on Bram’s bed, her wrists cuffed to the posts and her lips wrapped around Bram’s dick while Ry buried himself balls-deep in her pussy.
Fuck . Smothering a groan, he covertly adjusted himself. He must not have been as discreet with the gesture as he’d assumed because Bram cocked an eyebrow, his smirk widening.
“So is that a yes on the handcuffs?” Bram chuckled. “Hell, she did say she wanted to be tied up. Almost the same thing.”
“We might have to save that for another night. She’s probably going to be nervous as it is.” Judging from her current behavior, that was an understatement.
Bram scratched the nape of his neck, his expression thoughtful. “Speaking of which, we never did decide which item we’re marking off the list tonight. Did you have a particular one in mind?”
Yeah. D—all of the above. Much as the idea of indulging in an all-night sexual smorgasbord fired his cylinders, he acknowledged that patience would be the name of the game this evening. Getting Lacey hot and desperate for more would ultimately buy them the opening they needed. Hopefully one taste wouldn’t be enough for her, just like he knew it wouldn’t be for him. “Let’s play it by ear.”
Bram nodded. “I’ll see you at my place in a few then. Good luck with Lace.”
Dragging in a deep breath, Ry watched Bram head for the kitchen. He wasn’t so much worried about the heavy convincing he had ahead of him as having to fight the urge to peel off Lacey’s clothes and bend her over the arm of the couch while he devoured her pussy. His cock once again nudged at his zipper, giving a resounding hell yeah to that scenario.
Apparently his dick hadn’t gotten the memo about being patient.
Stifling a growl, he strode in the direction of Lacey’s office. He was less than five feet away when her door swung open and she peeked out. His focus veered to the purse swinging from her fingertips. The little scaredy cat intended to sneak out. She turned her head and spotted him. Mouth popping into an O of surprise, she dashed toward the entrance of the restaurant. She got no more than two steps before he blocked her exit and corralled her back into her office. Ignoring her scowl, he shut the door behind him and locked it.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping you from running and hiding.”
She flung up her arms. “I was going home.”
“Exactly.”
“So what, I’m not allowed to leave my office now?”
“Only if you agree to have dinner with Bram and me at his house tonight.”
A distinct look of panic flashed across her face. “I—I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I have plans.”
“Yeah, with us.” He stalked forward, backing Lacey into her desk. “You agreed to one item, remember?”
“I never said it’d be
“No, she’s been avoiding me like the plague. Every time I went into her office, she dredged up some excuse to be somewhere else.”
Ry grunted. “She can’t hide forever. Why don’t you grab takeout from the kitchen and head home to get everything ready? I’ll work on Lacey.”
“Don’t let her duck out on you.”
When it came to going after what he wanted, Ry could be like a Rottweiler scoping out a juicy porterhouse steak—one determined sonofabitch. There was nothing in this world he wanted more than Lacey. “Not a chance.”
Bram grinned. “Maybe I should stop by Jana’s place first and pick up some handcuffs. They might come in handy tonight. In more ways than one.”
Bram’s sister owned Wicked Delights, a lingerie store that also stocked some interesting adult novelties. Ry’s cock thickened behind his fly as he pictured Lacey stretched naked on Bram’s bed, her wrists cuffed to the posts and her lips wrapped around Bram’s dick while Ry buried himself balls-deep in her pussy.
Fuck . Smothering a groan, he covertly adjusted himself. He must not have been as discreet with the gesture as he’d assumed because Bram cocked an eyebrow, his smirk widening.
“So is that a yes on the handcuffs?” Bram chuckled. “Hell, she did say she wanted to be tied up. Almost the same thing.”
“We might have to save that for another night. She’s probably going to be nervous as it is.” Judging from her current behavior, that was an understatement.
Bram scratched the nape of his neck, his expression thoughtful. “Speaking of which, we never did decide which item we’re marking off the list tonight. Did you have a particular one in mind?”
Yeah. D—all of the above. Much as the idea of indulging in an all-night sexual smorgasbord fired his cylinders, he acknowledged that patience would be the name of the game this evening. Getting Lacey hot and desperate for more would ultimately buy them the opening they needed. Hopefully one taste wouldn’t be enough for her, just like he knew it wouldn’t be for him. “Let’s play it by ear.”
Bram nodded. “I’ll see you at my place in a few then. Good luck with Lace.”
Dragging in a deep breath, Ry watched Bram head for the kitchen. He wasn’t so much worried about the heavy convincing he had ahead of him as having to fight the urge to peel off Lacey’s clothes and bend her over the arm of the couch while he devoured her pussy. His cock once again nudged at his zipper, giving a resounding hell yeah to that scenario.
Apparently his dick hadn’t gotten the memo about being patient.
Stifling a growl, he strode in the direction of Lacey’s office. He was less than five feet away when her door swung open and she peeked out. His focus veered to the purse swinging from her fingertips. The little scaredy cat intended to sneak out. She turned her head and spotted him. Mouth popping into an O of surprise, she dashed toward the entrance of the restaurant. She got no more than two steps before he blocked her exit and corralled her back into her office. Ignoring her scowl, he shut the door behind him and locked it.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping you from running and hiding.”
She flung up her arms. “I was going home.”
“Exactly.”
“So what, I’m not allowed to leave my office now?”
“Only if you agree to have dinner with Bram and me at his house tonight.”
A distinct look of panic flashed across her face. “I—I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I have plans.”
“Yeah, with us.” He stalked forward, backing Lacey into her desk. “You agreed to one item, remember?”
“I never said it’d be
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