“I like it,” I said, my gaze wandering to the bicycle hanging from the ceiling in one corner.

“Thanks.” He handed me a mug of coffee and I took a sip. “Did you get some sleep?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I slept through your texts last night.”

“Don’t be, you needed the rest.”

I looked him up and down, arousal making me warm between my thighs. The intimacy of seeing him here, in his place, was affecting me. His defined upper body muscles didn’t hurt, either.

“See something you like?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Yes.” My cheeks warmed as I admitted my ogling. I set down my shopping bags and cup of coffee. “Sit down on that couch for me, would you?”

“How ‘bout if you sit on my face instead?”

I smiled. “Sit down.”

He did, his legs spread casually as he looked at me, brows arched in a what now expression. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Oh, Viv . . .” He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft through his pants. After a few seconds, I reached for his sweats at his hips. He arched up so I could pull them down, and his erection sprang out as I did.

“Mmm, this is what I want,” I said, licking the head of him gently. His exhale was long and soft, his eyes watching me.

I ran my tongue over his veined shaft, teasing him for a couple minutes before finally taking all of him into my mouth. His sharp breaths and deep groans helped me quickly discover exactly how fast he liked it.

Having him in the palm of my hand was intoxicating. His fingers wove through my hair, pulling as I sucked him faster and harder.

“Jesus . . . Viv.” He groaned as I added my hand, working him up and down with my mouth at the same time.

Though I didn’t want it to end, I felt him at the edge of release. His muscles tensed and his pull on my hair was hard.

“Fuuuuck.” He tried to pull back as he started coming, but I took him all the way to the back of my throat, tasting his release.

It stretched on until his muscles slackened and he released my hair. I eased my mouth away slowly and climbed onto the couch beside him.

“You just get more and more amazing,” he said, pulling me against him.

I kissed his chest, contented by the warm strength of his body.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said in my ear. “We’ve got stuff to do.”

“We do?” I looked up at him, surprised.

“Yep. And all of it’s happening in my bed. We’re gonna make the guys in the gym next to us so fucking jealous of me.”

Nothing sounded better than spending the next few hours in bed with him. Kane picked me up, carried me to the bed and tossed me onto it. Delicious anticipation coursed through me. Whatever he had in mind, it would be good.

Kane

I had time sheets spread out across my desk when Jeff knocked on my door and walked in.

“What’s up?” I asked, glancing at him.

He sat down in a club chair in front of my desk. “Just haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“The suites have been booked solid for a couple weeks now and I’m down two servers.” I looked down at the time sheets, where I was working on covering the server who’d quit without notice a couple days ago. “And I haven’t been working as many hours.”

Jeff smiled and pulled two cigars from an inner pocket of his suit jacket, passing one to me. “Yeah, about that . . . must be going good with you and Viv.”

I held the cigar a few inches from a nose and inhaled its woodsy hazelnut scent. Nodding my approval at Jeff, I took my cigar cutter from a desk drawer and cut a wedge from the end of my cigar. Then I passed the cutter to him.

“It is going good with Viv,” I said. “And I’m keeping tabs on what’s happening here when I’m gone. Rosie’s my second set of eyes on the floor.”

“I’ve been telling you since we bought into this place that you were working yourself into the ground. I’m glad you’re working less. And it’s nice to see you with a girlfriend for once.”

I grunted and ran my cigar near the edge of my cigar lighter. “I guess that’s what you’d call her. Does that make me her boyfriend?”

Jeff smiled. “Yep. You guys are like two high school kids in love.”

I glared at him. “You just keep your goddamn eyes off her, you got it? She’s not like Jen Winslow.”

“Ah, Jen Winslow.” Jeff grinned. “She was hot as fuck. And having both of us at once was her fantasy. How could I deny her that?”

“You ever walk in on me and Viv with your dick out and I’ll break your pretty fucking nose. I’m serious. She’s mine.”

Jeff raised his hands in mock surrender. “Got it. Nothing like having an attorney on standby, right?”

“I don’t need an attorney these days. Neither should you. You’re good, right?”

“Hell yes. You know I’m straight now.”

I nodded and watched my cigar end take on an orange glow. I’d met Jeff in prison, and we’d vowed to go straight and start a business together after we got out. I was released before him, and I’d used that time to work and save some money for us. He was like a brother to me, and even though he’d never shared my bad habit, he supported me in my recovery. I’d been forced to be clean in prison, but after my release I’d had to make a conscious decision every day not to use.

“I’ve got good news,” Jeff said, taking the lighter I handed to him. “Grissom and Katz are ready to sell their shares in the club to us.”

“No shit?”

“No shit. When we buy them out, you’ll be one third owner and I’ll be one third. Together we’ll control a majority.”

“And hopefully we can buy out the last two shares soon.”

“I think we’ll be able to, but it’ll cost us. The club’s making a shitload of money. Grissom and Katz were happy to take their buy ins and a nice profit and get out, but the other two are gonna be tougher.”

I shrugged. “Even if we never buy out the rest, a one-third stake means I’m doubling my take.”

“Right.” Jeff took a puff on his cigar. “Damn, that’s nice.” He gave me a questioning look. “You’ve got the money, right?”

“Hell yeah, I’ve got it.”

“Good.”

We smoked in silence for a couple minutes before Jeff spoke again.

“Grayson Marceau got the shit kicked out of him last night. Apparently we’re not the only ones he owes money.”

His words hit like a punch to my gut. “Who does he owe? Is he okay?”

“Jackson.”

I cringed inwardly. Jackson Prince was not a guy to fuck with.

“Heard he got some teeth knocked out and bled like hell, but got up and walked after somehow,” Jeff said.

“Stupid asshole.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what his drug of choice is, but maybe it’s meth. That shit makes people invincible.”

I cringed again. “Ah, fuck. He’ll end up with sores all over his face and the rest of his teeth will fall out.”

“What do you care? Guy’s into us for six grand.”

“He’s Viv’s brother.”

A pause. “Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah. Find out how much he owes Jackson for me, will you?”

“Yeah.”

We smoked in silence some more. I was lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t give a fuck about Grayson, but he was Viv’s brother. What mattered to her mattered to me. For Viv, I’d do just about anything. Even give her worthless brother the help he obviously needed.

Viv

I was warm, sleepy and happier than I’d ever been. Kane was wrapped around me under the covers of my bed, my back to his chest. His arm was tucked beneath my breasts and his leg was thrown over mine. I loved being this close to him, with nothing between our bare skin. The smells of sweet cigar smoke and leather were on me now, and I didn’t want to wash his scent away in the shower.

For now, I didn’t have to. I wasn’t going in to work until noon today, and Kane and I were making the most of our lazy morning. The brush of his lips and beard on my neck, as well as the thick erection resting in the crook of my backside, told me he’d be ready for a break from relaxing soon. And I was always ready for more of him.