Page 147 of Sugar

He’s a good friend.

“But he’s right,” Cohen said as he stood. “I need to make a lap and share these good looks with the room. Speaking of… Reservation?”

“Seven,” I said.

“You’ll get a text when it’s ready.”

Atlas gestured down to Maddie’s empty glass on the table but addressed me. “She having another one?”

“Yes.” I glanced down at her. “And a glass of champagne.”

Her breath caught, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

A lip I now knew was even more fuckable than in my fantasies.

The other men walked away before she seemed to find her words. “What’s at seven?”

“Not what.Where. Room seven is where I’m about to fuck you because there’s no way in hell I’m making it home.”

Her lips parted and her pretty blue eyes went huge, but she didn’t object. If anything, she looked ready to drag me down the hall herself.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I thought it was about the room.

Thank Christ.

But when the vibration continued to signify it was a call rather than a text, I pulled it free to hit decline. If it was an emergency, I would have to step outside anyway. Otherwise, the only person I was interested in talking to was already in my arms.

But I was wrong.

Tripp’s name ran across the screen.

I hit accept, and the sound of laughter and screaming and thumping music was so loud, I wasn’t sure he would be able to hear me. “Hello?”

“I’m having a party,” a deep voice slurred.

“So I hear.”

“I figured you were with your girlfriend, so I didn’t invite you.”

“You’d be correct, so that’s fine.”

“I’m having a party,” he repeated.

“I think it’s also time you had some coffee, buddy. Is Alex there to make you some?”

Alex was his newest personal assistant. I was pretty sure he’d met that one at the gym. Or maybe a party? I wasn’t sure and didn’t care enough to learn.

They never lasted long.

“He’s getting laid somewhere around here,” Tripp said. “I want him to leave.”

“Tell him that.”

“I want everyone to leave.” His voice grew louder. “Hey. Get the hell out of my house.”

There was a ripple of laughter, but the music and conversation continued.

I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I unlatched the cuffs from around Maddie’s wrist. “I’m on my way to clear them out for you, okay?”

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