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over for me since I sat down here tonight. And yes, I know that was inappropriate. But, Tate?”
    Tate focused on the shameless lawyer, who was definitely checking him out this time, and tried to remain professional. “Yes, Logan?”
    “That’s when I’m at my best.”
    Tate turned away silently and heard laughter follow after him as he moved farther down the bar, and at that moment, he wondered if Logan was laughing at his own comment or the moron walking away from him.
    * * *
    Logan knew he had been pushing it tonight. Hell, if there was one speed he didn’t have, it was slow. But he figured if he didn’t make his case with Tate, the opportunity— wait, when did that become a word in this scenario? —would disappear.
    After that last drink, the time hit twelve thirty, and he decided he was probably now bordering on the pathetic line—especially considering he was sitting at a bar and drinking alone just so he could watch a certain bartender move around in front of him.
    Logan felt the familiar stirring in his cock as he tore his attention from the other man. He got down from the bar stool and made his way into the restroom, trying to decide what he’d seen in Tate’s expression when they had been going back and forth.
    Confusion was the first expression that came to mind. It hadn’t once been accompanied by disgust though, and that he could work with.
    Finishing up, Logan washed his hands and stepped out into the dim corridor, leading back to the bar, where he practically ran into Amelia.
    She stepped in close to him. “Leaving so soon?”
    Logan glanced around, and when he saw they were alone, he peered down her black shirt and vest to where she had the top three buttons popped open. Running his tongue along his top lip in contemplation, Logan raised his eyes back to hers.
    “I was about to—unless there’s a reason I should stay?”
    When Amelia placed her hands on his lower abdomen, stroking his rigid muscles, Logan knew exactly where this was going.
    “Well, I was thinking…”
    Stepping back into the corner of the hall, Logan wasn’t surprised when she followed.
    “What were you thinking?” He was now thinking about her lips around his dick.
    Warm hands burrowed under his black shirt before fingers dipped into the top of his jeans. She turned her face up to him, and he watched expectantly as— ah, yes— her tongue came out to moisten her lips.
    “I was thinking that I want this,” she whispered daringly as she moved her right hand down to cup him through his jeans, “in my mouth.”
    Putting his hand on hers, Logan rubbed it up and down his throbbing cock.
    “Then don’t let me stop you,” he invited, and then added, “Did you at least clock out? I’d hate to think you might be fired for inappropriately servicing a patron.”
    Removing her hand, Amelia laughed softly as she unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she tugged his pants down and freed his insistent hard-on.
    “Well, if worse comes to worst, we can just tell them I was giving exactly what the customer wanted.” Fisting the root of his shaft, she lowered her lips over his sensitive, swollen head.
    Logan shut his eyes and imagined a different person altogether kneeling down in front of him—a person with hands as large as his own whose face revealed uncertainty and shock during their conversation tonight. He envisioned brown curls and dark eyes looking up at him as firm lips opened and took him into that mouth he wanted to taste.
    As Logan moved his hands to the wall behind him, he didn’t dare open his eyes. He was too busy enjoying the fuck fantasy he was imagining in his head, and when dainty lips slid down his shaft, taking him as deep as they could toward the back of her throat, he tried not to think about the fact that he wanted it harder.
    Yeah, I’m an asshole .
    He bucked his hips forward into her mouth, but all he was picturing was how much quicker he’d lose his shit