Xavier Final (Men of Steel #4)
“I tried to let go when we got to the table and he held firmer. He sat down and pulled me down on his lap.
“Xavier, office hours.”
“My tongue was just fucking yours; I think we can call this after hours.”
“It’s not professional.”
“Irish let the proverbial bun loose.”
Memphis walked over and smirked at me, “You two work things out?”
“He’s drunk.”
“Cool.”
“You want in or not man?” Xavier pulled me back against him.
“You serious about this venture?” Memphis asked.
“He is,” I wiggled forward trying to pull out of his clutches.
Xavier wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled a card out of his pocket and threw it on the table. “If you’re interested call me or stop in Monday at around four.
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