Page 84 of Indulge

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I shake my head. “No.”

Conan whistles. “That’s a surprise. You’ve got that look, though.”

“What look?”

“The one that says you’ve already fucked her in your head about twenty times tonight.”

I shoot him a warning glare. “Drop it.”

He doesn’t. He never does. “Heard Rowan got close.”

My jaw ticks. “He did.”

“You and Rowan… sharing’s not exactly new.”

“Not this time.” My voice is gravel.

Conan tilts his head, watching me like he’s testing how far he can push before I bite. “So, Bella’s not on the rotation then?”

I face him fully. “She’s not to be shared.”

His grin fades. “Got it.”

Then the crowd shifts, and I see her again.

Except this time, she’s not with Lily.

She’s laughing. Pulling some stranger closer by his tie.

Looking right at me when she does it.

Conan follows my gaze. “Ah. There it is.”

“She’s doing it on purpose,” I mutter.

“Course she is,” he says. “Question is—what are you gonna do about it?”

I set my glass down hard enough to rattle the bar. “Ask her for a dance.”

The crowd parts as I move through.

She spots me immediately, like she’s been waiting for me to come claim her.

“May I?” I ask, voice low, calm, dangerous.

Her lips part. “I didn’t put you down as a dancer.”

“Guess I found a reason to learn.”

I take her hand before she can argue. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers.

When I pull her in, she gasps, and her chest presses against mine.

My hand slides to the small of her back, just below the hem of that little black dress.

She’s warm.

Soft.

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