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to cater in. Though, I had added a black lace bra to the ensemble. No one needed to know it was the sexiest thing I owned. Or that Karim Bakes had actually bought it.
    “He might be,” he said elusively. Good employee. Never say too much about the boss. His stunning eyes tracked over my features in a new light, having brought up one of the owners. He leaned against the bar, gifting me a flirtatious grin. “And you would be?”
    “Her name is Ms. Plume,” Jet stated deeply from behind me. His tone held more than enough bite to have me straighten on my seat and glance backward. That…was his pissed off face. His black brows were slammed together and his tan cheeks were slightly flushed. And his eyes, ice blues were slicing the bartender in half. He placed a warm hand—a possessive hand—on the back of my neck. “And she’s none of your concern. Get back to work.”
    The bartender didn’t say a word, which was intelligent on his part. He merely glanced once more at me—in surprise—and then ducked his head and turned to help another customer.
    I lifted my hand and placed it on Jet’s wrists, running by thumb back and forth under his suit jacket to his heated skin. And I tried not to laugh. “He probably thinks you’re going to fire him.”
    Jet snorted, still glaring at the employee. “I might. The whole damn town knows you’re off limits.” Of course, they did. That was actually a perk. I didn’t have people hitting on me left and right. His head teetered in thought, and he eventually shrugged. “He’s new. I’ll give him one more shot.”
    I raised a blonde brow. “And if he messes up again?”
    “If he hits on you, I’ll give him a different shot.”
    Bad thing was I knew he wasn’t kidding.
    The Mak legacy could rival any major city’s mob action.
    I sighed heavily, tightening my grip on his wrist. “I came by to see you.”
    “I know.”
    “Then look at me, not him.”
    His regard instantly slammed into me. Stony eyes turned soft. “Sorry.”
    My lips lifted into a tender smile. “I thought we might dance.”
    “No dinner? We didn’t get to have—”
    I lifted from my seat and pulled his arm, herding him to the dance floor. I peered up at him with innocent eyes. “Jet, actually look at what I’m wearing. It’s not dinner material, is it?”
    His gaze instantly scanned my attire. And promptly heated. His ice blues darkened to a fevered pitch as they lingered on my showing cleavage. I lost my breath when he yanked my small frame against his much larger and harder body. Warm hands wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly. He dipped his head as he started swaying our bodies to the drifting music. He pressed his lips against my ear, growling deeply before saying, “That’s dinner material, Lucy. My dinner.”
    I groaned and pressed closer. “After this, I want you to show me your office.”
    He chuckled quietly, biting my left earlobe. “I’ll show you more than that.”

    “Oh, Jesus Christ,” I moaned, thrusting my right hand above my head for support. I found none. Instead, a phone and papers went flying off Jet’s desk to the black carpeting. “Oh, my God, I’ve missed you.” I arched my back on his black marble office desk I lay naked on. Jet’s talented mouth sucked on the tender flesh of the inside of my right thigh. His lips were traveling higher, but so damn slowly. “Quit teasing me, Jet.”
    He growled against my skin. “It’s been six years. I want to taste all of you.”
    “Then do it, dammit. Just do it faster.” I peered down and used both of my hands to fist his blue hair. “I. Want. You. Inside. Me.”
    “Patience, Lucy.”
    “Fuck patience.”
    His chuckle was evil. “Six years. You made me wait six years, remember?”
    My eyes crossed as he twirled his tongue up and up. “This is payback?”
    “Perhaps.”
    Fuck me. “Bastard.”
    “Right now, yes, I am.”
    My head dropped down to his desk as he reached my core…and placed the gentlest kiss