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“No. But if you need some privacy with Jamison, that room is a good place.” She laughs and winks.

Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.

“Hey, why aren’t you out with Jamison by yourself?”

“Because of your man.”

“Sorry?”

“Chase was sulking, so Noah decided we all were going out, and Jamison couldn’t get out of it without telling him he was going out with me, and I didn’t want him to do that.”

“Why the secrecy, Quinn?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go.” Before she can ask me any more questions, I grab her hand and guide her through the bar and to the table.

The next few minutes are chaotic. Trent is wasted. More shots are on the table, and he tries to feed Vivian one. She ends up saying she is sick and ditches us. Chase runs after her, and Trent is left at our table.

Jamison’s hand is under the table and on the inside of my thigh, inching up my skirt, creating a heat wave in my panties.

Screw this.

I down my third shot of the night, excuse myself to the bathroom, and go into the room where Vivian was. It looks like a small meeting room.

I take my phone out of my purse and text Jamison. “Go to the back of the bar to the hallway on the left. Fourth door on the right. Come by yourself.”

Within minutes, Jamison is inside the room with me. I lock the door.

“Quinn, you okay?” he asks in a worried voice.

I step back against the wall, grab his shirt, and pull him into me. The music is so loud it’s vibrating into my back. I lace my hands around his neck and crush my lips against his.

He urgently sticks his tongue in my mouth and presses his body closer to mine. The hardening of his erection jabs against my stomach and his hands slide through my hair.

“I’ve never done it in a bar,” I murmur between kisses.

He groans in my mouth and reaches for his wallet. His lips never leave mine as he fumbles for the condom, finds it, and tosses his wallet on the floor.

I release his pants, and they fall as I shove his boxers along with them.

One song ends and another begins to hum into my body. He picks me up. I wrap my legs around him and move my panties to the side as he enters me in one thrust.

“Oh!” I cry out, not worrying about how loud I am as the music pounds into my ears, and he fills me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, thrusting into me in pace with the music.

I grab his shoulders tighter, leaving no room between him and the wall except for my body.

The buzz of the alcohol, music, and his energy brings heat to my body, scorching all my cells, searing away all my insecurities about us and the issues we have.

“We’re so good together,” I cry out, as he unleashes a new wave of tingles throughout me.

“We belong together,” he grunts.

“I know. We...oh God!” I yell as my first orgasm rages through me, and my high oscillates in every atom.

“That’s it, doll,” he growls and ferociously presses his lips into mine.

My limbs tighten around him as my toes curl from the ricocheting zings that embody me.

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