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I almost want to give up the second I see her gaze, the heaviness in her blue-gray eyes when she says those words. She looks like a fucking goddess, so turned on and eager.

I could just take her into the back and fuck her right now, give us both what we need. But I won’t. This is too much fun.

I move my hand farther, sliding up under her skirt. There’s shock in her eyes, but she bites her lip and doesn’t move. I can feel the small square of fabric in my way. I shift her thong out of the way and press a finger to her clit.

Her breathing hitches. Her chest freezes for a second, then moves heavily, so deep it’s a wonder I don’t hear her moan.

“Good,” I say, using my finger to tease her. “That’s it. You don’t want them to know, do you?”

Her gaze darts around the bar. I know she’s wondering if anyone can see below the table. I know they can’t. She’s nervous about doing this. It’s probably her first time doing anything like this in public.

And this is more public than the alley. There, the chance of being caught was slim. Here, there are eyes on us even now—strangers glancing at us from a distance, looking but not really seeing.

“How does that feel? I know it’s not enough,” I whisper, leaning closer. “But I can feel how wet you are.”

I swirl my beer with my other hand, pretending I’m not doing anything other than talking to her. But I keep circling her clit, keep working her up.

Willow’s thighs shiver when I touch her just right, and she nearly gasps, covering it with her hand and faking a cough.

I smirk and slide a finger along her pussy. “What was that? You almost lose it? Don’t give it away, now.”

She shakes her head a little. I don’t know if she’s trying to clear her head or respond to me. I wonder if she can even talk.

“You know, I bet I could make you come,” I say casually. Willow’s breathing stops again. “Right here. Right now. In front of everyone in this bar. I could make you come on my hand, and they wouldn’t even know. Nod if you want me to keep going.”

I can almost hear her swallow. She nods quickly, and something burns in my chest.

“Good girl,” I say.

Then I slide two fingers inside her.

CHAPTER33

Willow

I can feel my heart racing. It seems like it’ll burst out of my chest or give me a heart attack, it’s so strong, rattling against my ribs.

I’ve never been more turned on.

I’m so wet, I’m almost worried I’ll leave a mark when I stand up. I’ve never been so blindingly hot like this, never needed something as bad as I do right now. It’s more than anything I’ve ever felt. Even when I was addicted, I never needed a fix like this. This is more than that.

It’s hard to think straight. I know I should keep quiet, keep a poker face, but I can’t. Not when he has his fingers inside me, curved, touching me in just the right place.

He teases my clit with his thumb, and I can feel my breathing come in shallow bursts. I know my nipples are hard but I don’t look down.

“How’s that?” he murmurs. His breath is hot against my neck when he leans close. “I don’t think you’re close enough yet.”

I want to tell him I am. I want to open my mouth and say if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come.

And when I do come, I really don’t know if I can stay quiet.

“Show me how much you like it,” he says, his voice a low growl. “You don’t have to say anything. Just show me. Ride my hand like the dirty girl I know you are.”

Heat blazes through me, and I can’t hold it back.

My hips start to shift just a little, and I ride his hand as much as I can without being obvious, my fingers curled around the edge of the table. All I feel is hunger. Hunger for more of him. I need everything he can give me.

“Good,” he says. “Keep going. Show me what you need.”

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