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The song ended, and I stepped back and looked up at him.

He licked his lips and took in a slow, deep breath. “You keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’ more than a dance.”

I let my smile turn wicked. “Maybe I do, but the night is young. I guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.”

I winked at him, spun on my heel, and headed back over to the table. I had no doubt where we were headed, and I wasabsolutely on board, but I wanted him to work for it a little bit. A little teasing never hurt and usually made things so much more intense in the end.

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Sassy little brat. I shook my head. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, but I wasn’t in any hurry. I’d play it slow. Let him think he was in control. He was wrong, but if it made him feel better, I would play along for now.

I followed him back to the table and took my seat between him and Wolfe. I rested my arm along the back of his chair and played with his hair. I motioned for the server to head our way, leaned back, and listened to the conversation while I waited. It didn’t take but a second for a cute guy in a cropped Kirby’s t-shirt to get there.

“What can I get you?”

“Do you want another, sugar?” I asked Julius.

“Yeah, Vodka martini, dirty, please?” He said dirty like it was an innuendo, not a drink order, and I wondered how many times that line delivered in his sexy voice had gotten him what he wanted.

I smiled at the boy taking our order. “Whiskey neat for me and a dirty martini for my boy here.”

“Sure thing.” He smiled at me and then looked around the table. “Anyone else need anything?”

He took a couple more orders and then left to get our drinks.

“Thank you,” Julius said, making it sound like he was thanking me for something way more than a drink. I swear it was like every word out of his mouth was dripping with sex and honey, and I wanted a taste.

I held his gaze and reached down and adjusted my hard dick in my jeans. The little shit already knew what he was doing to me, so I didn’t even try to be discreet about it. He gave me a wicked grin and turned to his left to talk to his friend Andy. At the same time, he reached over and laid one hand on my upper thigh.

I took in a breath and glanced over at Wolfe to find him smirking at me. “You have your hands full with that one,” he said quietly, motioning towards Julius with his head.

“No doubt,” I agreed, and Julius gave my thigh a squeeze before sliding it a little higher. “But that’s okay. I have big hands.”

Wolfe chuckled before picking up his glass and taking a drink.

“So,” I said, looking for a distraction. “How are things going out at the camp this week?”

Three Bears Tactical had a training facility on the edge of town that we calledthe camp.One of our men, Crowe, ran the camp and spent most of his time out there. We all took turns teaching classes and running the people at the camp through the paces. We offered law enforcement training, self-defense camps, and team-building exercises for businesses and first responders of multiple types. It had been very successful so far.

“This is a corporate team-building week, so it’s going about like you would expect. Half the guys are pissed off because they thought it was going to be glamping or some shit, some of the others are putting on a good face and pretending they love it as a way to kiss their boss’s ass, and a select few are totally into it.”

Our drinks arrived, and was ever I was grateful. If I was going to sit here with Julius like this for long, I needed something to take the edge off. I took a drink, letting the burn of the whiskey slide down my throat before resuming my conversation with Wolfe.

“Yeah, Crowe hates those, that’s why I asked.” I managed to sound normal for the most part, even as Julius started sliding his hand up and down my thigh. Every movement went straight to my cock, and I realized there wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to take the edge off of this delicious torture, but that was fine. I planned to make the brat pay for it in the very best way once I got him alone.

“He does, but the money from groups like that are what allows us to offer the camp to first responders at a discount, so he’ll just have to suck it up.”

I was about to respond when Mika and Hawk walked up to the table, and everyone shifted around to make room for the two new additions.

Mika glanced back and forth between me and Julius and grinned. “Hey, Julius, how are you?” he asked.

Julius picked up his martini and downed what was left in one gulp before answering. “Great. I’m single and ready to mingle.”

Ready to mingle, my ass. The only mingling he was doing tonight was with me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Well, sugar, you’ve come to the right place. Come dance with me.”

“Sure thing, Daddy, let’s go.”

I kept hold of his hand and pulled him with me through the crowd on the dance floor and out the other side near the hallway that led to the bathrooms. I spun him around, pushed him up against the wall, and pressed my body against his.