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“Lady, your husband probably spends all his Friday nights at my club. Don’t go acting like you’re all high and mighty.”
And when he slapped cuffs on my wrists it was the gentlest arrest I’d ever had.
I turned her to face me while I undid her restraints. I’d put them on carefully, but I didn’t like the pink chafing they were causing around her wrists.
“Well?” Laura prodded her husband. “Are you going to get it handled?” He pinned her with a glare that silenced her instantly. “Don’t I always?” I wondered what the hell he meant by that.
The headlights lit Eve up, bouncing off her shiny dark hair, illuminating her like she was some sort of angel.
The sound of Eve’s voice was an instant balm to the ache in my chest. It was like throwing water over a fire, then enjoying the slow, rolling rise of the smoke. It wrapped around me, a blanket warding off the chill that had been threatening to engulf me all day. And that was why I’d come. I might not have known it in the moment, but something deep inside me had sought her out.
I wrapped my arms around her smaller body and held her tight, as if she were a lifeboat in a stormy sea.
“Eve! For fuck’s sake, shut up! I’m doing the best I can, but you’re up on a fucking chair, in your goddamn underwear, and I can barely think straight for how bad I want you right now. So take your foot off my balls already!”
“Boston…” Fuck, I loved that. And I’d barely begun. “Want to taste you, baby. Hold on to me.”
She could have told me to do anything from cleaning toilets to disposing of a body. And in that moment, completely under her spell, I would have done anything Eve Hawkins asked me to.
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “Yeah. Just had a shit day. This is exactly what I needed.” “A club full of strippers and penises? That’s what you needed after a shit day?” “I meant you. You always make me feel better.”
“Even when you’re arresting me?” He breathed in the scent of my hair, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s just say that while you have the ability to take away my headaches, you’re also the cause of some of them.”
I caught his hand. “No. No touching.” I rolled up his body again, letting my long hair form a barrier between us and the rest of the club. He leaned in slightly, so his breath tickled my earlobe. “That’s not what you were saying the other night when you were holding my mouth to your pussy.”
“For dancing? Yes. It’ll cost you, though,” I joked, not really willing to charge him for something I wanted to do for free. But he took me seriously. “I don’t care. Take my credit card and charge whatever you want. I just want to be alone with you.”
“Dance for me, Eve. Just for me.” I closed my eyes, drowning in the possessive growl of his voice.
His palm flattened on my chest, then dragged upward, until he had one hand around my throat, his thumb and forefinger locked around my jaw. He tilted my face to one side so he could growl in my ear. “Ride me.”
“Good,” he murmured against my lips. “Then everyone will know what we spent all night doing.” I pushed at his chest. “You like the idea of everyone knowing?” “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I want everyone knowing you’re my girl.”
The phone started ringing again from deep within the silent club. “I should get that.” “Not until you answer my question. You gonna be my girl, Evil?” I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. I leaned in and kissed him hard. “Yeah, Joshua. I am.” He rolled onto his back and fist pumped the air in victory as I got off the couch and strutted to the door completely buck-ass naked.
She was my girl now, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she was happy.
