“Nash.” His voice was a low rumble that I felt more than heard. Then his touch hit me—his warm hand sliding back over my hip, and it was all I could do not to sway on my feet, woozy with a wicked combination of fear and arousal from the way he was hunched over the counter. I’d never thought about it. Fucking him. In my wildest wet dreams, when they got that far, it had always been the other way around. But I knew he was into it—that he was vers. I’d heard him and Rubi talking about it one night in the bar when they thought I’d passed out on the couch next to them. To be fair, I had, but the
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