Page 8 of The Heiress's First Date

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ALEX

BOTH.

The purr in that single word fans the flames inside me.

“Damn, Katie Bird.”

She smirks at me like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Feeling.

How there’s a beast inside me that wants to claim her.

Her lovely blue-green eyes sparkle with the light from the wall scones. I need a picture of her. Just like this. So young and vibrant, holding court from my lap.

“Think you can manage that, big guy?” she asks in a voice that’s the perfect combination of sinfully sweet and seductive.

Can I fill her up?

Oh, Beauty, you don’t have to ask me twice.

“King—take her.”

Her best friend doesn’t hesitate. Simply steps in behind her, wraps an arm beneath her rib cage, and lifts her straight off my thighs.

At the same time, I grab the sides of my button-up shirt and jerk them apart, buttons flying in all directions. Her gasp is music to my ears. The way her eyes widen and then rake appreciatively down my chest will be seared into my memory.

Shrugging out of the tattered shirt, I ask, “Like what you see, Katie Bird?”

She bites her lip and nods.

King sets her feet down, then slides one hand between her legs, cupping her sex while the other closes over her right breast. She lifts a hand as she sinks back against him, tangling her fingers in his hair.

I’m not surprised by her brattiness. King and I left her alone with Gabe, and he brings out this side of her. And I certainly don’t mind this woman knowing what she wants and becoming a sexy siren to get it. We’ll give her whatever she needs, and she knows it.

“Dang, Wildfire. You’re so getting fucked.”

“Really, really well,” Gabe adds.

I keep my gaze locked with hers as I stand and shove my pants and boxers down while toeing off my shoes. My urgency as I yank off my socks makes her giggle.

Damn.

There it is.

The sound that drew me to her in the first place. That had me seeking her out at every event since.

Her gaze is quick but thorough, sweeping over me from my toes to my ears and everywhere in between. Does she realize her expression gives her away? It’s obvious from the way her lashes droop and her lips part that she likes what she sees.

I run my fist over my cock and then answer her earlier question. “I can more than manage, Beauty.”

I stalk forward the single step, closing the distance to King, and then pluck her from her best friend’s arms.

Squeaking, she wraps herself around me like a little koala. Arms and legs tight to hold her aloft. But I’ve got her, hands beneath her thighs. She’s not going anywhere.

“But say stop and we stop, understand?”

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