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She purrs, the sweet sound setting off the beast inside.

My fingers move to where we’re connected and flick over her clit until she’s thrashing.

Reading her body has become one of my favorite things. She’s exactly where I need her to be, desperate for release. I slow my movements, lazily pumping into her.

“Say yes.”

The fire in her eyes turns into a blazing inferno. “Swear to God, Talon Simms, you stop right now, I’m getting in my car and going home to my vibrator. By the time I’m done with it, you won’t get sex for a week!”

The thought of her coming apart to anything but me awakens the animalistic brute wavering below the surface.

My little minx knows exactly what she’s done.

“The fuck you will.” I hammer into her ruthlessly, until the image of her with a vibrator disappears. “You’re mine.”

Her thighs and ankles lock around me, she rams up and screams.

I have no choice but to explode with her, a loud growl rumbling from my throat as I pour into her.

I coax another orgasm out of her, circling her clit until she’s chanting my name.

Willow may think she’s won this argument, but she’s only laid down a challenge.

I’m not above playing dirty, starting with getting rid of that fucking vibrator.

17

WILLOW

“Hurry, hurry.”Rowan yanks Bex and me through the door and hustles us to the reserved bar stools. Jewls is already seated.

“Are we late?”

“Change of plans and we don’t have much time,” Jewls says low, casting a glance at the burly man doing inventory at the end of the bar. “Harley got fired tonight.”

“Didn’t fucking fire her, Jewls,” he bellows back, indifferent to the attention of the customers who hear.

“You told me it’s my last night and I have one hour to wrap up my shift. What do you call it?” Harley props her hand on her hip.

Shayla sashays by her, patting her stomach. “Little one, your mom is a drama queen.”

“That’s exactly why it’s your last night. That baby needs rest,” the man thunders this time, swinging to her. “You want to come to my bar every night of the week, you do it sitting on the other side, taking care of yourself.”

He slams down the bottle in his hand and stalks away, mumbling angrily.

“Such a softie,” Jewls surmises, taking a sip of her drink.

“Not sure anything about him seems soft.”

“Tom shows his affection in his own way.”

“Tom as in Tom’s Bar?”

“One and the same. He’s really a huge teddy bear.”

“I’m still mad.” Harley lays down beverage napkins and pours three drinks without giving us a chance to order. “Here’s our ladies’ night special. You’ll love it.”

“It’s Harley’s original creation,” Shayla informs us, raising her eyebrows in a way that screams ‘just go with it!’.

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