Page 10 of Judge Me Not

I quickly focus on Cee Cee. My stomach does somersaults, and I haven't felt anything like this since I met Troy. All he gave me was a broken heart and license to single motherhood.

She smirks, and I want to slap her.

I blurt out, "Maybe we should go."

Cee Cee opens her mouth to speak, but Star enters the room and says, "Jasmine. I see you've met Colton."

"Who?"

She walks up and puts her hand on the bad-boy stud sitting next to me.

Jealousy tears through me that she's touching him and I'm not. I cringe inside, wishing I didn't have any of these thoughts.

"Jasmine," he says, and the way my name rolls off his tongue and his eyes flare create heat in my loins.

I shift in my seat, uncrossing and recrossing my legs, then realize I just drew attention to my thighs when his eyes dart to them. He slowly lifts his gaze and blue heat sizzles from his eyes.

Oh God.

"Ladies, if you'll come with me," Star says.

Relieved to leave Mr. Lickable, I get up too fast and stumble. He rises and grabs me, steadying me by palming my ass and head.

My face rams into his chest, and my lips brush against his skin. I look up. He towers over me but dips his face inches from mine. The intoxicating smell I inhaled earlier only gets more potent, and I quiver inside.

"You okay?"

"Mm-hmm," I meekly reply.

His jaw clenches, and his blue eyes darken. The warmth of his breath mixes with mine.

Star's voice cuts through my trance. "I'm Star. And you are?"

I spin into Mr. Lickable's hard frame, and he drops his arms so they are around my waist. "Sorry to be rude. This is my cousin Cee Cee."

Why isn't he removing his hands?

I need to step away.

He feels so good.

Star shakes Cee Cee's hand, smirking. "You came to give your stamp of approval?"

Mr. Lickable murmurs in my ear, "I wasn't planning on going inside tonight, but now I'm going to have to."

My skin hums from his touch. I squirm, but all it does is make his erection harden against my back.

The quivering in my gut gets faster, and my legs shake.

He strokes his thumb near my belly button.

I freeze.

He releases me, turns to the bar, and finishes the last mouthful of his scotch. His large hand slides along my back, and he guides me toward a door.

"Uh, where are we going?"

His hot breath hits the skin on my neck, accelerating all the tingles already racing through my bones. "To my suite."

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