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“To be fair, I really wanted to dance with you.”
When we pull apart, vulnerability gleams in her blue eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?” “Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I tell her.
“Told you, Haas. It’s not a sex thing.”
“What the fuck happened to you?” “You okay?” Vaughn steps aside so Drew can access the coffee maker, eyeing him with concern. “I was up late talking to Savannah,”
“She had some shit going on. She’s okay now.”
“Hey, blondie.” His swagger tells me he’s significantly drunker than we are. He gives me an air pistol. “Looking good.”
Ryder, one of the athletes in my training group, pushes through the crowd to get to us. “Dude.” His expression can only be described as terrified. He grabs his protesting friend by the arm and starts dragging him away.
“Do you want to leave here in...
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It’s another when I slept over here earlier this week and now I can’t even give him a kiss.
My phone vibrates as I raise my drink to my lips. I check it beneath the table, because I have a hunch it isn’t something I want everyone else to see.
I’m going to put that pretty little mouth to good use later.
One vodka cooler later, I decide to switch to water. I don’t want to get sloppy if I’m staying over. With my nonexistent alcohol tolerance, I’d end up falling asleep on Nash before midnight, and neither of us wants that. I push back my chair as I stand, and my cell hums in my hand.
Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.
Nash cuts across the room and follows me. I tug on the faucet, running the water until it’s cold while he prowls closer, stopping further away than I’d like due to the partygoers scattered around the room. He leans a hip against the counter and juts his chin at me. “Nice necklace. Are you wearing it because it goes with your outfit?”
“Or for another reason?”
“The second one.” My fingertips land on the amethyst pendant, caressing the stone between my index finger and thumb, and his pupils dilate. This necklace is our ‘game on’ symbol from before—an invitation to grab me, take me, bend me over the nearest couch. Of course, ...
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Desire gleams in his eyes. “Noted.”
When I return to the game, my phone vibrates again.
Where do you want me to come tonight? On those perfect tits, or on your face?
Both.
Good girl.
Just before midnight, I’m getting another glass of water when another text comes through. This time, Nash is nowhere to be seen.
Upstairs. Now.
“Shh.” A strong arm locks around my waist, yanking me into the pitch-black bathroom. The door clicks shut behind me in the dark, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. Nash’s cologne envelops me, firm planes of muscle pressing into my back. I wriggle in his grip, making a half-hearted attempt to break free. His husky laugh echoes off the bathroom walls, and his hold on me tightens, securing me against him with no possibility of escape.
heated, open-mouthed kisses glide along the curve of my neck, up to my jaw. His hand skims beneath the hem of my dress, and he cups between my legs with a groan. “Not touching you all night has been fucking torture.”
He towers over me, all height and brawn, an intimidating form compared to mine. Our gazes lock, and the devilish glint in his eyes tells me I’m in trouble. Still watching our reflection, he yanks up my dress, bunching it around my waist. My lacy white underwear come into view, eliciting a rumble of approval. “These are pretty.”
Tugging my underwear aside, he drags a fingertip along my slick folds. I’m soaked with need, completely entranced by him. “You look so innocent, Vi. But you want to be fucked like a bad girl, don’t you?”
