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Wait, just a second. He always loves watching me dance with my friends?

Yes, we’re both often at these bonfires. But I’ve never noticed him watching me before.

But as I let Margot and Mia pull me back away from him, I love the way his eyes travel over me. I remember that he wanted me to wear this dress. I remember the kisses that we’ve shared so far.

And I fully intend to put a little extra shimmy in my hips tonight.

Jefferson Riley wants to for-real flirt with me? Wants to have a couple of hours of bonfire-party foreplay?

Game. On.

CHAPTER 19

JEFFERSON

I settle back against the tailgate of my truck again, my eyes glued to Harlow. Again.

She seemed surprised when I told her that I loved to watch her dance. But this is definitely not the first time I’ve been unable to take my eyes off of her at a bonfire.

She and the girls often get a little tipsy and then crank up the music.

I’m also not the only guy here who loves this part of the evening. Sapphire Falls grows some beautiful women. And this time of year, the hot weather means there’s flirty sundresses and short shorts everywhere we look.

Harlow is swaying, twirling, and wiggling to P!nk with the orange-yellow glow of the fire behind her. She looks like a fucking goddess. And even if I was trying to forget the way Graham brought her over to me and the way she looked up at me when he said that by me was where he thought she wanted to be, my dick has not forgotten the way she sucked on my thumb. Or the look in her eyes when she was watching me lick melted marshmallow off my fingers.

Or hell, the way she looked at me shirtless at my house. Or the way she drank me in at the dunk tank.

Harlow might not like it, but she’s attracted to me.

There’s heat between us and I know she feels it too.

Something has shifted between us, and if I was a betting man, I’d put money down on the fact that she’s wanting to do something about that heat.

Well, I am very happy to accommodate that desire. Fuck, every desire this woman has now or ever will have.

Even on nice sunny days in the middle of sweet summer festivals, sparring with and vexing Harlow Hansen is the most fun I’ve ever had. In the middle of the night, naked, sweaty, with the lust turned all the way up? Making her crazy, pushing her boundaries, taking all of the sass she can dish out will be the fucking pleasure of my life.

I’m so ready.

Will it complicate things?

Actually, I think it’s going to make a lot of things easier.

Harlow and I are on a path to something bigger and lasting.

Sleeping together—okay, fucking each other’s brains out—will be unlike anything either of us has experienced before and it will help her understand that we’re the real deal sooner versus later.

My eyes narrow as I notice a group of newcomers to the party.

Of course, Zach is here.

I’m not shocked, just disappointed. He has a few guys with him who I get along with fine. I’m annoyed to remember that they are friends of his. When he’s not around, Mark, Cade, and Tanner are perfectly good guys. I don’t need the reminder that they have shit taste in friends.

But it’s a bonfire. There are dozens of people here and it’s the great outdoors. Plenty of space for all of us.

Unless of course, Zach decides to talk to Harlow.

I know the second he notices her.

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