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Dropping her mouth open, Ryn said, “Hey! You just intimidated him with daggers you’ve been shooting at him with your eyes since we sat down.”

Taking Ryn’s hand in mine, I smiled. “You ready to go dancing?”Advertisement

Nodding her head she whispered, “Very ready. Where are we going?”

Pulling out some money and tossing it down on the table, I stood. I knew how much Dodge’s friendship meant to Ryn. I had gone to Dodge’s club the day after we got in the fight at Starbucks. After a long chat, we both came to terms with things and I knew this would make things easier for all of us. “Let’s forget dessert and head to Dodge’s club.”

Smiling she stood up. “Really?”

“Yeah, let’s go have some fun, baby.”

Wrapping my arm around Ryn’s waist, we made our way out of the restaurant. Taking one last look at our waiter, I gave him my best go to hell look as we passed by.

Walking into Red 7, I had my arm draped over Ryn’s shoulders. The loud music was not helping the dull pulsing in my temples. As the seconds ticked off the clock, I knew I was that much closer to showing Ryn my playroom.

Pushing the sick feeling from my gut, I placed my lips to her ear. “You look beautiful this evening.”

Turning, Ryn smiled. “You’ve mentioned that already.”

Grinning, I yelled, “I think I’d rather fight off the waiter. The moment you walked in here about fifty guys started eye fucking you.”

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Laughing, Ryn playfully hit me in the stomach. “Stop it! Let’s find Dodge, say hi and then get our dance on before my ankle gives out in these heels.”

Nodding my head, I turned Ryn toward the bar. Walking up to the bar, I shouted to the red-haired bartender. She had more piercings on her face than I’d ever seen. “Dodge around?”

Nodding she yelled, “He’s in his office. He expecting you?”

Shouting back I said, “Yes.”

Motioning with her head the bartender said, “Head on back then, handsome.”

Feeling Ryn grip my arm harder, I let out a chuckle. Looks like we both had a bit of a jealous streak.

Pulling me from the bar, Ryn headed to the side of the bar and to the hallway that led back to Dodge’s office.

Quickly knocking once, Ryn opened the door and we walked into Dodge’s office. “Ohmygod! So sorry!” Ryn shouted as she quickly shut the door and turned to look at me. Her hand went up to her mouth and she began laughing.

“Holy shit. There is a guy in Dodge’s office and he was . . . um . . . busy!”

“Is he fucking someone in there?”

“Ah . . .” Ryn’s face was bright red. “It’s not Dodge. It’s a guy with brown hair.”

Pulling my face back, I looked at Ryn confused. “This is Dodge’s office, right?”

Ryn turned and looked at the door. “Yeah, but the sign that said Dodge Walker General Manager is gone.”

Now my curiosity was getting the better of me. Reaching for the door, I went to open it.

Ryn grabbed my arm and pulled back. “Tristan, no! There is a couple having sex.”

“In Dodge’s office, Ryn? Where is Dodge?”

Confusion spread across Ryn’s face. “Maybe he’s not working tonight.”

The sound of the bass in the music in the club was penetrating the walls. For some reason the beat had my dick jumping. Opening the door, I pushed it open.

Yep. There was for sure a couple in here fucking. The guy was sitting in the chair and a blonde-haired girl with blue streaks throughout was riding the hell out of the guy.

“Yes! Yes, your cock fills my pussy to the max, Dodge.”

Smiling, I shook my head. Dodge must have dyed his hair brown and that’s why Ryn thought it was a strange couple. “Fuck me harder, Chase. Come on, baby.”

Turning, I looked at Ryn standing outside the office door with a look of horror on her face. She kept motioning with her hands for me to come back out. Smiling, I shook my head.

Time for me to have a little fun.

Slowly making my way over to the chair, I wiped the smile from my face. Dodge’s back was to me and the blonde had her eyes closed as she kept repeating how great Dodge’s dick was.

Taking in a deep breath, I put my game face on. “Why? Why would you do this to us?” I shouted.

The blonde kept riding Dodge as she opened her eyes. Dodge attempted to turn his chair but the blonde was riding him hard as she just looked at me smiling. “Who . . . are . . . you?”

Looking at Dodge who now placed his hands on her hips to get her to stop moving. “Chase, stop.” pqdm.com