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Cage had never considered himself a coward. Yet, he would admit to almost losing his nerve. Instead, he squared his shoulders and walked up to where Angel was standing next to Demo. She put her empty pint glass on the table.

“Can we talk?” Cage was not going to have this conversation in front of his brothers. As far as he knew, none of them realized that Angel and he had had sex almost a year ago.

Angel picked her head up. She’d definitely had some drinks, but Cage knew better that Angel knew how to handle her liquor. “Sure.”

Cage indicated with his head.

Angel seemed to have to square her shoulders before she walked forward. Was she afraid to be alone with him? No, Angel wasn’t afraid of anything.

The hallway that led to the bathrooms, supply closet, back office, and stairway to the upstairs apartment that Ghost and Ranger shared when they couldn’t make it back to the clubhouse was to the left of the bar. Cage had been the one to suggest upgrading the bathrooms two years ago when the roof had caved in and the club had to remodel the entire front area of the bar. When he’d done that, he’d also installed a more secure door on the upstairs apartment. Prior, it hadn’t been unusual to find evidence that guests had snuck upstairs for carnal reasons.

Not wanting an audience, Cage ushered her into the office. Neither Ranger nor Ghost would be in tonight with how busy the front of the bar was. He still had a key from when he had to come in after hours to work on the construction.

Cage barely had the door closed when Angel jumped him. His reflexes were just quick enough that he was able to catch her. She slammed her mouth on his, pushing him back against the door.

He barely had time to register she was unbuckling his belt before she dropped to her knees. His cock was completely on board with this plan and he utterly forgot about his plan to talk with Angel. But hell, what man wants to talk when there’s the most perfectly, badass woman on her knees in front of him?

Cage was only human.

His cock was barely free of his pants before he felt the wet heat of her mouth around him. “Oh fuck…” The back of Cage’s head hit the tinted window on the door. His hands knotted into her hair, which she was growing out. Thank God.

Angel needed no guidance from him, though, as she bobbed her head up and down on his length. Her right hand twisted around his cock, lubricated by her saliva, as she worked him with her mouth. Between her tongue and the vibration of her moans, Cage feared he wasn’t going to last long.

The back office was not large. The single desk and office chair, visitor’s chair, and tall filing cabinet were all that was housed in it. Ghost and Ranger did not work in here often; it was Demo as the club’s Secretary who generally worked in there. He kept the desk fairly clean. No computer sat atop it as Demo carried his with him to control and keep track of all of the club’s accounts.

Before Cage lost control, he yanked Angel to her feet. Her mouth came off of his cock with a loud pop. He pushed her backwards until her ass hit the desk and Cage had never been so grateful for Demo’s need for a clean workspace. He undid Angel’s pants, dropping them to her ankles, spun her around, and pushed her upper body down to the desk.

Angel, being the unbelievably sexy goddess that she was, spread her legs as far as her pants would allow, balanced herself on the wooden desk, and pushed her ass back towards him. She was panting and breathless as Cage reached around her. She was utterly soaked.

Cage took his cock in hand and ran the tip through her wet folds. Her perfectly round ass was calling to him, but that was not the hole he’d be taking tonight.

A weird dizziness came over him. Cage had to close his eyes for a moment to get his mind and body to focus. Apparently, he was drunker than he realized. During which, Angel grumbled for him to “hurry the fuck up”.

He plunged inside her slick pussy. Fuck, she was tight. Angel let out a groan that was pure sin. Her walls gripped him like a vise, but she gave no indication that he was hurting her. Between the blowjob and finally getting back inside her, Cage knew he wasn’t going to last long. He might have been drunk, but he wasn’t so out of it that he didn’t want her to come with him.

He gripped her hips, undulating in and out her. Her moans of pleasure filled the small office space. Cage yanked her upwards, twisting her face around to claim her lips. He loved her fucking lips. She always gave as good as she got.

Pressure at the small of his back indicated his pending orgasm. Cage pulled away from her and pushed her back down on the desk. Though the wood trembled, Angel did not protest at his harsh move. If anything, she encouraged it by pushing her ass back against him harder.

Cage reached around and fingered her clit. He needed her to come. Now.

Angel cried out a second before his cock burst inside her. Cage’s vision blurred as his entire body shook with orgasm.

If they talked that night, neither Angel nor Cage remembered it. Alcohol blocked Angel’s memory receptors. Following seeing Cage flirting and making out with the blonde at the bar, she’d challenged Pumpkin to a drinking contest. Lack of food coupled with many shots made for great stories but not good memories.

Cage, on the other hand, had only had three beers that night. Due to his confused state the next morning, he assumed he had more, but he’d not seen the sleight of hand over his beer bottle prior to the blonde approaching him at the bar.

Neither Cage nor Angel considered using protection.

CHAPTER 8

PRESENT TIME

Cage paced outside of the women’s restroom. Tessa was still inside with Angel. Jenna and Harper had also gone inside. Others were gathered around, though no one outside of who had been in Steel’s office knew about Evette and what she had done or tried to do. Cage was beyond grateful that he’d changed his mind that night at the bar and turned away from the blonde. What if he’d gone with her?

No doubt he’d either be in a condition similar to Moore’s below them or he’d be six feet under.

It agitated him that Angel had asked him to leave the bathroom after Tessa had arrived. Why wasn’t he allowed in there? What could she possibly say to Tessa that she couldn’t say in front of him?

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