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But Shiloh’s red cheeks and grabby hands beneath my shirt tells me he might just be into that.
“Looks to me, sweetheart,” I say lowly, “that you like having an audience.”
His body moves like an extension of the music, but he never stops touching me. Even when he glares, he drags his fingernails down my chest and squeezes my hips with his thighs.
The moment he gets up, the whole room will see how turned on he makes me, and I’ll gladly put myself on display for him.
It takes all of my self control not to reach around and spank his full, firm ass when he rolls it over my erection. Something Shiloh clearly enjoys because he does it again and again with a teasing grin on his lips. A grin that he lowers to my ear.
“Gonna nut in your pants, Morales?”
The growl that leaves my throat feels inhuman, low and threatening. It must sound good to Shiloh, though, because he moans a little too loud as he buries his face in my neck.
The song ends, and we’re left panting into the tense air permeated by desire. His hands are in my hair, and mine are on his waist.
But then another song—something with a distinct southern twang—breaks the connection, and Shiloh hops off the chair like it’s on fire.
“Truth or dare, Atty?”
Atlas breaks out into a round of laughter. “Alright. Payback only sounds fair.”
Shiloh’s breaths are heavy, and he’s got a sneaky little smirk as he scans his eyes around the room. They land on me for a long, drawn out moment before he stretches his arms over his head and drops onto the ground.
“I dare you to sign up for Corvin’s Blind Date Auction.”
Atlas blinks, frowns, looks at Blair, and finally back at Shiloh. There’s a tense silence, but then Atlas cracks a smile. He leans back on the couch and throws an arm around his boyfriend.
“Only if you do it too.”
“What? That’s not how dares work! Besides, I’ll be helping behind the scenes. Corvin already roped me into it.”
All eyes turn to me, and I throw both hands up.
“It’s a term of his probation.” Only because I made it one and has absolutely nothing to do with me not wanting to see Shiloh off on a date with some stranger.
I don’t miss the appreciative smile Shiloh throws my way.
“I’ll do it.”
The voice is so quiet I barely hear it, but the glances behind me clue me in that it isn’t a figment of my imagination. Coming up beside the recliner I’m sitting in is a man with rumpled honey-blond hair and tired hazel eyes.
“Mornin’ Baby Bear,” Blair says and pats his lap. The man walks over and climbs on top of him, wrapping around him like a toddler.
Ah. Must be Noah.
“You want to join the auction?” Atlas asks, brushing Noah’s hair away from his face.
Noah nods. “I’ve seen the flyers. I get to make up a dream date, right? And someone pays to do it for me?”
That isn’t exactly how I’d describe it, but he isn’t wrong. Each bachelor or bachelorette doesn’t have to come up with their own date; we have default packages the other RAs came up with, but they’re welcome to write out their own.
“It can be anything?” His voice is small, but his eyes are wide with curiosity.
I lean forward and put on my friendliest smile. “Anything you want. Just run it by me for approval. Safety is our top priority.”
Noah smiles, and I catch a soft, almost gentle look on Shiloh’s face that drops when he catches me staring. It’s hard not to stare at him, really. Even on bad days, he’s the kind of gorgeous I can never stay away from.
The chatter and laughter starts back up. Light ribbing and playful dares as Noah joins the game. It’s almost like a string of light through a closed window. A crack to let the air in. A brief glimpse into Shiloh’s world; the one he’s wanted me to stay far away from.
