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As exhilarating as this is, I know we’re getting a little too into it for being in public.

I go to stand, but I’m quickly stopped. Catching myself against his shoulders, I break out into a fit of nervous giggles.

“Don’t move yet.” His eyebrows lift. “Unless you want everyone to see how fucking hard I am right now.” Playfully, he nibbles at my neck as I grind myself against him, carefully rocking back and forth. His fingers clench my wrists at my sides as he kisses my bare shoulders. “So sexy . . .” His teeth graze my skin with a pressure that borders on pain, but it’s enough I want to shove his head between my legs and beg him to bite my clit like he did the other day when he had me laid over my desk. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight, hot pussy.”

Sweet Jesus.

A moan pushes past my lips, his filthy words clawing at my insides, and there’s a good part of me that wants to reach inside his pants and pull that cock out and show him how hot my pussy is for him. God, what’s wrong with me? I’m telling you, Jacey drugged me.

“Time’s up,” Owens says, peeking around the curtain. Like he needed to peek. They’d all been watching, and I know somehow filmed it. I’ll be asking for a copy later.

Owen slaps his shoulder when we emerge from the room “Caleb, you need to marry that girl.”

Taking a large swig from his drink in hand again, Caleb squints as he swallows. “I never said I wouldn’t marry her someday.”

It’s only he says, and I die a little inside.

Okay. Hold up a fucking minute. I don’t even have his phone number and he just said that? And why am I excited about it to the point I want to create a Pinterest board already?

Laughing, Caleb shakes his head and winks. It’s then I remember when Jacey told me most of what Caleb says is bullshit.

With his arm around my shoulder, Caleb whispers, “All these people saw what you just did.” His commanding voice draws my attention to him. “How do you feel about that?”

“Dirty,” I admit.

“Don’t.”

Simply put, sure, but my face is a pretty shade of red at those words. He notices. Leaning forward, he runs his fingers gently over my cheeks, then stops and cups his hand around the side of my face. Naturally, I lean into him.

“It was hot,” he assures me. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

You know how when a girl blushes, men think it’s cute, or sexy?

That’s not me. I’m not one of those girls. I’m the one who appears to be having an allergic reaction. My chest gets all splotchy, and then I start itching. It’s not attractive.

I once had a guy ask me if I needed Benadryl when all I was trying to do was ask for his number.

“I worked up a sweat,” I admit, fanning myself. Caleb smiles and leads me to the bar as I beg him to dance with me. I had so much adrenaline running through me after that, I can’t wait to dance with him again. “No.” I tug him away from the bar. “Let’s just dance.”

“No.” He shakes his head adamantly. “You don’t seem to understand.” His voice drops, and his eyes focus on mine, the green heavy with want. “I’m done. I can’t take it. If I dance with you now, I’ll probably come in my pants.”

I laugh. There’s not much I can say to that. And I kind of want it to happen, in a weird way.

You know those nights when you didn’t think they’d turn out good but they do, kind of like the night I met Caleb?

I’m pretty sure they don’t exist in my life.

We’re at the bar, Caleb with his arm around me, and I order another Bay Breeze, him a whiskey and we intend to go back to the booth where Scarlet’s making out with Kellan.

Caleb’s grabby as we stand there waiting, and biting my neck with kisses when I hear a gravelly voice ask, “Can I buy you two a drink?”

HAZMAT

Hazardous materials, including solids, liquids, or gases that may cause injury, death, or damage if released or triggered.

Flames of hostile silence envelope me when I see Nixon standing there.

Why does shit like this happen? Why?

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