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I almost gain my willpower back, but then she rolls her eyes at Mr. Nice Guy’s attempt at a hip roll. And her irritated gaze lands directly on me.
Even in the dark room with sporadic lights, her eyes drop to my straining zipper, and her lips fall slightly apart.
My restraint snaps, and I’m stalking over there almost pathetically fast.
Unfortunately for Mr. Nice Guy, the clock has run out on his ability to touch Little Dove.
Grabbing his shoulder, a bit tighter than needed, I pull him hard, backward and off of her. He trips, and I let him fall to the ground right as my hand steadies a stumbling Little Dove.
“I’ve got you,” I coarsely whisper into her ear.
Mr. Nice Guy shouts something, but with one sharp look from me, his lips seem to magically seal shut.
Sliding behind her, I run my left fingertips across the crisscross back and settle them on her hip, squeezing gently but sharp enough to shock her. She gasps.
“I couldn’t stand by and just watch that. Watch you settle for the feelings he was giving you. You should be bathed in pleasure, Little Dove, worshipped,” I moan into her ear, feeling her tight ass push back against me.
She rests her head against my chest, turning her head to the right, and I lean down, giving her my ear. “And you think that’s supposed to be you?”
I groan, “I have no doubt in my mind that I could make you feel things you never have before.”
Lightly, I trail my right fingers across the top of her shoulder, working toward her collarbone. Her chest is heaving, and I wonder if anyone has ever paid this much attention to the little things about her body. I continue to trace my fingers across her bare skin.
By the way she reacts to my simple touch, I know the answer to that.
The scars on her arms and shoulders dance in the flashing lights. They are all relatively small, except for the one on her neck. I lightly sweep my fingers up the side of her neck, paying extra attention to the stark white scar a couple of inches long, right below her jaw.
What happened here, Little Dove?
I run my thumb over her bottom lip as she looks straight up, the back of her head falling back on my chest, and stares into my eyes. I push my thumb into her mouth, resisting the urge to wrap my other hand around her throat. Her tongue immediately flicks against my thumb, sending a jolt straight to my cock.
This image—her staring up at me with my thumb in her mouth—gives me way too many ideas that I want to thoroughly explore.
“Fuck,” I moan into her ear, watching her pupils blow as lust overtakes her. “Stay with me tonight, Little Dove, and I promise I’ll show you what real pleasure is. Over and over again.”
She sucks hard on my thumb at my words, and my eyes roll into my head. Mentally, I take a picture of this moment, of the moment I see her say yes in her mind. Her eyes relax, and the suction in her mouth loosens. A moment of perfection.
An explosion of, “Fuck,” fills the room as piercing white light floods our vision, ruining this perfect scene in front of me.
Little Dove leans forward, but I secure her in place with my left hand so she doesn’t lose her balance.
“Shit, I gotta find Chloe!” Little Dove shouts, and the sudden bone-chilling fear in her voice scares the living hell out of me.
She is panting, and I can’t tell if it’s from my touch or the fear that has taken over her. She hastily searches the room with her gaze, scanning every person so precisely and carefully. Only looking at them when they aren’t looking at her. That small detail doesn’t go unnoticed by me.
I pull her tighter against me, afraid that if I let her go, I’ll never see her again. I just got a taste of who Little Dove is, and I’m not ready to give that up. I need more.
Suddenly, her posture is straighter as she finds her friend. Who is heading right toward us, almost jogging.
“Hey, we gotta go, love. Paps are on their way here. I got a tip.” Her friend’s eyes are wide as hell as she grabs Little Dove’s hand.
A voice blasts through the speakers as the light goes back off. “We are so sorry for that, everyone. Technical difficulty. Next round is on the house!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and deafens me to Little Dove’s conversation with her friend.
What was her name? Chassis? No, Chloe—that’s right.
My ears finally settle with a slight ring, and I hear Chloe say, “We have to leave now if we are going to get out before they’re parked around the whole building.”
