"We've known each other our whole lives, Mina," he teased. "There's no too fast in this equation."
She came back to the bed and sat beside him, her hand sliding down to cup his cock. "Good point. Prove your worth, and I'll clear out some space in my closet, too."
Laughing, he tumbled her onto the bed, then got on top of her. "I can do that," he said, then kissed her lightly. "And by the way," he added, as she writhed naked beneath him. "I really do love my drawer."
* * *
Cam stood in the office at The Fix on Wednesday afternoon going over details with Nolan, Tyree, Brooke, and Jenna. "I just want to make sure it's okay if Nolan puts my bit during the contest on Mornings With Wood." He glanced at Brooke. "There's not any sort of conflict with your show, is there?"
She shook her head. "None at all. I double-checked with the producers after Nolan mentioned maybe doing promo spots for the bar during his show. It's all good."
"And the more publicity for the bar, the better," Jenna added.
"Amen to that," Tyree said.
"Speaking of," Cam continued, "Kiki checked with her manager and so long as you sign all the forms he's emailing over, then you can also broadcast snippets of her performance. You too," he added to Nolan, who rubbed his hands together in glee. "In fact, she and Noah should be here any minute."
"I guess that makes our timing perfect," Kiki said, coming into the office and making a beeline for Cameron. "God, I've missed you," she said, pulling him into a tight hug.
She gave him one more squeeze, then swooped into Tyree's arms as well. "It's been ages since I saw you. I'm so glad this worked out. Oh! I forgot introductions."
She turned to indicate the men in the doorway. Cam knew his brother-in-law, Noah, of course. And Noah stood beside another man who Cam had met once or twice. A billionaire several times over, Damien Stark was a former tennis champion turned entrepreneur, with enough money and scandal in his background to keep him and his wife, Nikki, on pretty much constant display in the tabloids.
"Tyree, you already know my husband, Noah," Kiki said, then introduced Noah around the room. "And this is his boss--"
"And friend," Stark put in.
Kiki laughed and nodded in acknowledgement. "And friend," she agreed. "Damien Stark."
"It's a pleasure to be here," Stark said, leaning against the doorframe and looking as if he owned the place. All things considered, Cam figured that if Stark wanted to, he could probably write a check.
Then again, maybe not. Cam knew damn well that Tyree had no intention of selling. That was the whole point of the calendar contest and the other ramped up promo. To keep the place in the black--and in Tyree and his partners' hands.
"I'm impressed with everything you've rolled out with an eye toward increasing revenues," Stark said. "And I'm definitely looking forward to the calendar contest tonight. I understand you put on quite a show last time," he added, with a wry glance toward Cam.
"Anything for my adoring public," Cam quipped, as Kiki rolled her eyes and the others laughed.
"Forgive my brother. He's an idiot. I saw Mina on my way in, by the way. She said I was supposed to give you this," she added to Cam, then blew him a kiss. Silly, but Cam caught it, warmed by the knowledge that Mina was just beyond those walls thinking of him.
"I don't suppose you have any more ideas for The Fix," Tyree asked Stark. "You built an empire from the ground up. Any tips you want to toss my way..."
Stark probably got asked that kind of question a hundred times each day. But if he was irritated, he didn't show it. On the contrary, he ticked off the various things that the bar had already implemented to increase the customer base and, therefore, the revenue. And it really was a nice, long list.
"To be honest, I don't have a thing to add," Stark said with what sounded like genuine approval.
"Whoa," Tyree said. "I was just looking for an off-the-cuff answer. I didn't realize you'd taken the time to look into what we're doing here. Thank you, man."
Stark nodded toward Kiki, who shrugged. "What can I say? I was in marketing for years and Damien speaks the language. We talked."
"All kidding aside," Stark said, "I think that short of a collection plate, you're doing what needs to be done. And if you are taking donations, I'd be happy to contribute."
Tyree shook his head. "This bar earns its right to keep the doors open, or it doesn't keep them open."
"I speak his language, too," Damien said, nodding with approval toward Tyree.
"Actually, there is one thing you could help with," Jenna said, stepping forward and looking just a tiny bit intimidated.
"What's that?"