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“Wait a second.” This time, he grabs my arm with enough force that I spin around. He’s breathing heavy with the effort to keep up while I create delicious visions of our breaths colliding as he slakes my every need. And he would. There’s no question that Derrick would be incredible in the sack.
“Think about it,” he says. Those darkening eyes tell me he’s picking up the brain waves I’m putting down.
I’m thinking about it alright.
Of all the places in town where I’d let him claim me, my sick mind goes straight to a park bench.Oh, what about the Starbucks on 9th? Definitely in the back of my Firebird behind The Pound. We could have sex anywhere and everywhere with no strings attached, and the truth is, I trust Derrick—more than I probably should—but I do. I know that sex with him would be wild and crazy and satisfying in ways that far exceed my imagination.
I press a finger to the center of his chest and the smile I receive is that of a lion who’s zeroed in on his prey. “Absolutely no attachments. I mean it, Derrick.”
The tips of his boots touch my shoes, connecting our bodies at various points as he guides my face up toward his. Little blond curls tease his lashes as his voice deepens in that sexy way I like. “You have my word.”
“One more thing.” My voice sounds too tight, strained from the lack of control I have over my desire. “No kissing.”
He regards me curiously. “You sure have a lot of demands.”
The glare I pin him with fuels that spark in his eyes. “Those are my terms. Take them or leave them.”
Derrick reclaims my face, placing one big palm across my cheek. His lips are close enough to mine now that every breath we take mingles, but as requested, they don’t touch.
“I will do so much more than take,preciosa.” His voice is heady and dripping with sex. “I will devour.”
Precious.I swallow a moan as his promise nearly drops me to my knees.
He releases me long enough to extend his hand. I stare at it, heart thundering away. When I place my palm in his, he rakes my body with a voracious gaze.
What have I done?
Beeping noises sound from both of our pockets, clearing the thick fog of tension. Neither of us moves for several breaths.
Giving in, I reach for my phone and unlock a message from Jack, which Derrick reads aloud. “Meet at the bar tomorrow at noon.”
I’m having trouble focusing enough to remember we have bigger problems than the deal we’ve just struck.
“Why would he call for a meeting at The Pound?” I ask.
A big sigh tugs his shoulders down, and the blazing fire between us slowly dwindles to ash.
“I don’t know. But it can’t be good.”
Chapter Nine
Juliana
Derrick drums his fingers against his thigh steadily.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Given the ticking muscle in Micah’s jaw, I know he’s two seconds from chucking his paper coaster at Derrick’s head.
We’ve been sitting at this rickety old table at The Pound for over thirty minutes, staring at the front door, waiting on Jack and Cassidy to get here.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Micah finally snaps, slamming a hand down on the table. “Dude! Do you mind?” He puffs an exasperated breath as he leans back and stretches his arms overhead. We’re all at our wit’s end wondering what the hell is going on.
Derrick raises a single brow, complimented by a devilish smirk. “Something bothering you, barback?”
“You know I’m past the training phase, D. Besides, if you’re not careful, Jack just might replace you with yours truly.”
