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I keep a hand on her hip as she shimmies and rolls her body against mine. She may not cheer anymore, but her body definitely remembers.

It’s a little amusing, watching her dance all on her own, until she starts grinding against my dick like a bitch in heat. Suddenly, my logical reason is being replaced with lust.

I can feel my jeans growing tighter as she pops and locks and pretty much uses me as her personal pole.

Fuuuuuck.

I know I mixed her drinks with the intention of loosening her up, but I meant her lips, not her legs.

“You feel so good,” she singsongs, grabbing my free hand and placing it on her belly. “So strong and big.”

The temptation to sample what she’s offering is strong. Really fucking strong.

But, I won’t.

Drunk girls never amount to much in the sack, and the thought of takingphysicaladvantage of her leaves me with a sick taste in the back of my throat.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do!” She stomps her foot and then stumbles into me. “I-I don’t feel so good.”

“Are you okay? What do you need?”

Her eyes are wide with panic, and her cheeks are no longer glowing, but pale. “I-I don’t know. I feel dizzying.”

“Dizzying, huh?”

“Everything’s spinning. Make it stop.” A sliver of regret tugs at my heart as a lone tear rolls her down her cheek. “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“My place.”

“What? Why?”

“You need someone to look after you, Emmalyn.”

“And you’re-you are going to?” She hiccups. “Do that?”

“I am.”

She mumbles an unintelligible reply and leans farther into me. I loop an arm around her waist for support and walk ustoward the exit. She comes without a fight and, by some miracle, we make it to my Jag without any trouble.

Now we just need to make it back to my place without her defiling the leather of my car.

CHAPTER 27

STERLING

“Give me your phone.”

Emmalyn groans and rests her head against the passenger window.

“Come on, hand it over.”

“Hand what?” she mumbles, her breath fogging the glass.

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