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“I’m going to the loo.” Without waiting for Kelly’s response, I head towards the toilets. They’re not far, just down a corridor next to the lounge… I can make it.
“Fuck!” I bump into a group of three girls because one of them picked this exact moment to stop dead and adjust her shoe. “Sorry.”
It wasn’t my fault, but I’m not sticking around to argue. Bypassing them, I check my phone.
Thirty seconds.How did that take so long?
Picking up my pace, I make it out of the VIP lounge. My heart is racing harder than when I’ve done a spin class, but I keep going, the sign for the ladies’ bathroom just ahead. Reaching for the handle, I jump back when a group of girls stagger out, taking their sweet time because, unlike me, they’re not on the run.
Glancing again at my phone, my heart skips as I see that there are only ten seconds left. It gets harder to breathe with each passing second, and I stare at the screen, watching the timer secure my release.
Not that I’m sure I want it.
Five… four…
“Three…”
I freeze, my spine rigid, but the deep, masculine voice beside my ear continues, “Two… one.”
Chapter 8
“Right on time.” I grin against her ear, relishing in the shiver that rushes through her body. I was actually twenty seconds early, but it was fun watching Naomi running away, staring at her phone like her life depended on it.
Naomi doesn’t strike me as the type to be afraid. The woman I met at the poker table held her own and triumphed, but it seems she prefers to keep people at a distance. Proximity scares her, which is too bad because I plan on getting very up close and personal.
It’s not often my interest is piqued like this, that a woman has me intrigued, but Naomi has my attention, and I suspect she’ll keep it long after I’ve fucked her.
“Were you going somewhere?” I tease.
Setting her shoulders, she turns to me, her face disinterested.
There’s my girl.
“The Ladies’.” She gestures to the door, stating the obvious.
Squaring up to her, I step closer, and she moves away, flinching when her back meets the wall. “You owe me a kiss.”
Her eyes flare with the defiance I can’t wait to fuck out of her. “I don’t remember agreeing to those terms.”
True, but irrelevant. “You set the timer.”
“You started it running.”
“And you just held your breath as you watched it count down,” I smirk. “If you weren’t in agreement, you would’ve ignored it.”
Leaning closer, I gently graze her cheek with my knuckles, inhaling her intoxicating scent as I rest my forehead against hers. “It’s not wise to deny me what I’m owed, Naomi.”
Her beautiful green eyes widen, and she sucks in more air. She has a game face but can’t hide her body's reaction to mine. Her lips part, no doubt unwillingly, and I move in to claim what’s mine.
“Dom.”
Naomi startles when my name is called, breaking the spell she was under.
My body runs hot, but keeping my cool, I press my palm flat against the wall, shielding Naomi from view as I turn to stare down Connor.
He defends his interruption, his chin raised. “We’re not done.”
Connor’s been doing all he can to ensure his place in my good graces since he witnessed his family die at my hands.
