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"Yeah, I just want to enjoy the fuck out of this win." He threaded a hand through her hair. "Gonna enjoy kissing you, too."
Before she could reply, his lips were against hers. He tasted like brandy, and she let out a little sigh when he deepened their kiss.
"Eli, wait," she murmured. "Someone could see us up here, and—"
"I don't care. I need to kiss you, Wilkes. Right now I need it more than I need to fucking breathe."
Holly grew still. "I want you to, but I don't want people getting the wrong idea about this feature. I'm not friends with everyone here, and—"
"Got it." Eli tugged her into the hallway where they'd first shared a kiss at Hannah's graduation party. He glanced between the ladies' and men's bathrooms, then pulled her toward a third door, a unisex bathroom.
"Look. It's got a lock, and no one's coming up here anyway since there are bathrooms downstairs." He pulled her into the room and locked the door behind them.
Holly glanced around the little bathroom. It was fancy and impeccably clean. Marble everything, with a long counter and a big bowl sink.
She walked over toward the counter and leaned back against it. "I'm waiting to be kissed."
Eli stood near the door, raking his hot brown gaze over her body. He looked incredible in his fitted black suit pants and crisp white shirt. Loosening his silver and black tie, he slowly walked over to her.
"And I'm ready to kiss you." He gently cupped the back of her head and leaned in. When his tongue slid against hers, she tugged him closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their kisses turned desperate and deep, and Eli broke away, breathing fast.
"Want to have a little fun with me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. He lifted her up and set her on the bathroom countertop. "Because I really want to have some fun with you."
His eyes were so burning hot as he looked at her that she couldn't contain her shiver.
"Well, since we're already here," she whispered, sliding her hand along his jaw and over his beard. "Let's make the most of it."
The corner of his mouth kicked up. "Good answer, kitten. Now let's get these jeans of yours off. We'll have to be fast, but I'll make you come, I promise."
Holly couldn't resist his mouth, leaning in to kiss him again. "Mmm. I'm holding you to that promise."
* * *
Sam London pushed his long, straight, blond hair out of his face and slid his Western Conference Champion hat backward before glancing around Callahan's.
A few of his teammates were at the bubble hockey table, laughing and whooping it up, while others were laying bets on a game of pool nearby.
All of them had one thing in common: they were happy as hell and celebrating the win.
His happiness and celebration had been cut short because his girlfriend, Shay, was being her regular pain-in-the-ass self.
He'd picked a booth in the corner away from the crowd so no one would have to listen to her complaints. She was currently bitching about Gunnar Klasson's girlfriend, Tamara, who supposedly had gotten snippy with her over at the bar.
He'd stopped listening two minutes into the conversation in order to preserve what was left of his sanity.
It was so typical of Shay. She hadn't even congratulated him on the win when she'd seen him after the game. She'd just wanted to know if they were going somewhere to celebrate and had been irritated Ryder had chosen Callahan's and not anywhere more public.
Because she cared more about being seen with him than she cared about him.
He was so damned sick of it all.
"Sammy, are you even listening to me? You never listen to me! Don't you care what she said about me?"
Fuck, if she only realized how much he didn't give a shit, she'd probably hit the ceiling.
He took another drink of his beer and gave her a long, hard look. "I hear you, Shay."
