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He nips my ear. “You sure?”

My anger turns to desire on a dime. Damn traitorous body. “Danger, we can’t do this here.”

He places a hand on my thigh, inching up my leg and under my skirt. “This would be what any normal couple would do.”

It’s overwhelming having his attention focused solely on me. I can see how he gets so many women to do whatever he wants. With one touch I’m about to beg him to do whatever he wants to me. But I remember where I am and straighten in my chair.

“Danger,” I warn, but it sounds more like a moan.

“No one’s even paying attention to us. See.” He stops to glance around the dining room.

It’s early, the room is dark so the speaker can show a set of slides on the screen up front.

He’s right. No one is even paying attention to us way back here. Even Lilah left our table a while ago and has made her way toward Mandarin. For all I know they’re doing the very same thing.

“Now, you should feel special, Monterey. Normally women don’t get a breakfast date with me. And if they do, I’d make sure they were stroking me and not vice versa.”

I stare into his deep, haunting eyes. The brown so fierce it slices right through me. “So, I should feel special because you’re touching me now?”

He nips the bottom of my earlobe again. “So fucking special.”

My heartbeat kicks up, and I close my eyes to try to find my center of gravity. I can’t believe this is happening. Danger’s fingers hit the edge of my panties, and he slides right past the barrier and over my wetness.

“Danger,” I warn again.

“You’re so wet. Is this all for me, Monterey?”

I bite my bottom lip, not really sure how to answer him, or if I even can. “Yes.”

“Right answer.” He moves his finger inside me, rubbing another over my clit. I spot my father out of the corner of my eye, moving this way.

Before I can warn Danger, he sees as well and removes his hand.

We straighten ourselves before my father joins our table. “I’m heading to Indy now. You two will be ok, right?”

“Yes, Dad. We’ll be fine.” I stare over at Danger, and oh my god, he’s licking his fingers, the exact fingers he just had inside me as he smiles in my direction.

“We’re all good,” he says with his stupid grin.

My father, not thinking anything is out of the ordinary, smiles and puts his wheelchair in reverse. “Call me once you arrive.”

“Will do.” As soon as he’s gone I turn my head in Danger’s direction. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

His eyes are hazy, like almost darker as he stares at me. “You taste so fucking good.”

And with that, I stand and head in the direction of the closest restroom. I can’t breathe, and I need time alone.

To think.

To hyperventilate in peace.

I’ve never been the type of girl to do something like that. Something so brazen.

I find the restroom and head inside, splashing some cool water over my face. I stare at myself in the mirror. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

I think back to the ballroom, Danger’s finger inside me. The way my whole body came alive with just one touch. His deep voice seducing me into submission.

It occurs to me, Thad was in the ballroom, too. Do you think he saw?

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