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“Thirty minutes.”
“What?” I asked.
“We’re leaving in thirty minutes. You make up an excuse and I’ll follow. Meet me in the parking lot.”
A thrill zoomed through me. He wanted to fuck me. He needed to fuck me. I would have done a victory dance if I hadn’t been so acutely aware of the wetness between my thighs.
“Deal,” I agreed. “I’ll go back first, and you take a minute to try to stop thinking about taking my bra off and burying your face in my boobs.”
His growl echoed after me as I danced past him, laughing.
We lasted twenty-two minutes. Twenty-two minutes of pure torture.
He stood behind me as I tried to focus on conversation with Naomi and Lina. But every time he touched me, his thigh crowding mine when he leaned in to order a drink, his finger tracing the bare skin between my skirt and sweater, I lost all train of thought.
Naomi finally gave me the perfect out and asked me if I was tired.
“I’m exhausted,” I fibbed. “It’s been a long couple of weeks, and I’m fantasizing about bed.”
Neither of those things was a lie.
“You’ve been through a lot,” she said with sympathy. “Go home. Get some sleep.”
“You sure you guys don’t mind?” I asked, stifling a fake yawn.
“I guess we’ll just have to settle for the testosterone trio,” Lina said. “Text me tomorrow.”
“I will,” I promised. “Good night, guys.”
Knox and Nash said their goodbyes. Lucian pretended to ignore me.
I sauntered out of the bar, adding an extra swing to my hips, and I felt him watching me the whole way to the door.
I was just unlocking my Jeep when I sensed a disturbance in the force. “Cheese and crackers! How did you get here so fast?”
“Long legs,” he said, gripping me by the arm and steering me toward his Jaguar. “Get in,” he said.
“What about my Jeep?”
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight after that little stunt in the hallway, you’re sorely mistaken. Get. In.”
I got in.
30
I Have to See a Man about a Pile of Frozen Rats
Sloane
No touching,” he ordered as he put the car in gear.
“Geez. Bossy much?” I pouted.
“If you so much as graze my dick with your pinkie finger, I’m pulling over on a public road, dragging you across this console, and fucking you into oblivion.”
“That’s not a convincing argument for why I shouldn’t touch you.”
“If you’re a good girl and wait the four fucking minutes it takes to get home, I’ll strip you naked and worship every inch of your beautiful body with my cock, mouth, and hands.”
