Rhys gets slipped a powerful, dangerous aphrodisiac that’ll fry his brain unless he comes, and comes hard. Luckily for him, Jack is there to help.
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“Wait, let me get this straight– it’s an open bar?”
“Yes kiddo. Open.”
“Like, as in not paying?” Rhys clarified as he frowned down at his echo pad and the menu of goods and entertainment there. That the CEO would be so generous to his competition didn’t sit right with the younger man.
“What part of open don’t you get?” Jack asked with exasperation. He gave his PA a raise of his brow as his eyes narrowed. “…you didn’t eat any of that goodie basket R&D sent up, did you?”
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