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He was going to make the woman pay for her sensual torment. Right now, however, he was enjoying it too much to try slipping his hand down to beat her at her own game.
The conversation soon resumed, Izzie falling into it as if she’d never been away. She traded barbs with his brothers, reminisced with his sister Lottie about their school days.
She fit. She just fit. Like a normal neighborhood girl.
But no normal neighborhood girl he knew would be working Nick’s zipper down, reaching in and pulling him free of his trousers. She definitely wouldn’t be brushing the tips of her wicked fingers across his cock, arousing him until he hardened into her hand.
This was incredibly dangerous. If someone dropped a fork and bent over to get it, they’d get an eyeful.
But Nick didn’t give a damn. Maybe he and Izzie couldn’t be the “normal” couple the neighborhood would like to see. Somehow, though, this was better. Having an erotic secret…and acting on that secret in public where they could be exposed, it was mind-blowing.
It made him hot. It made him desperate.
It made him finish his dinner quickly and declare himself so tired he had to call it a night.
And thankfully, Izzie found an excuse of her own, followed him out the door, and led him to her place for another long night of the wildest sex he’d ever had.
9
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING, Rose? All better?” Holding the back door of Leather and Lace open for her early Saturday evening, Harry watched her closely, as if worried she wasn’t up to dancing tonight.
Izzie had to stop for a moment to wonder why. Then she remembered. Crap. She’d called in sick the previous Sunday night. Probably really leaving him in the lurch.
“I’m fine, Harry,” she said as she walked past him into the building, watching him shut and lock the door behind her. Security had improved around here ever since Nick had been hired. “I am so sorry about last Sunday night.”
Harry waved an unconcerned hand. “Hey, don’t worry about it, something wicked had to be going around for three of you to get knocked on your butts.”
“Three of us?”
Harry nodded. “Leah got sick Saturday night.”
“I remember.”
“She came back in Sunday evening, was here for two hours, got sick all over again and had to leave. So did Jackie.”
Jackie was Leah’s dressing roommate. Whatever was going around had obviously nailed both of them.
Izzie was about to open her mouth to confess that she really had not been sick-just cowardly. But before she could do it, the back door was unlocked from the outside and opened again. She knew before she even saw him that Nick had arrived.
She recognized his warm, masculine scent. And her nipples got hard. Oh, yeah, it was definitely Nick.
His gaze immediately went to her, hot and appreciative. She’d had to leave his bed early this morning to go to work at the bakery. But right before she’d gone, he’d whispered how much he looked forward to seeing her tonight in her dressing room…which now, he’d made sure last weekend, had a lock.
She’d shivered all day, thinking of that first night he’d been in there, when he’d seen her naked reflection. Mmm.
“Nick,” Harry said with a nod. He looked back and forth between the two of them. “No more mask, Rose?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “I’ve decided I trust him.”
Nick returned the smile, the two of them sharing a silent intimacy that excluded Harry, though he stood right beside them. Finally, though, Nick broke the stare and addressed their boss. “Everything looking okay so far?”
Harry nodded. “Been kind of a quiet week. Last night was the slowest Friday we’ve had in a while.” Glancing at Izzie, he added, “But I bet the crowd will be roaring back to see you.”
“Are you short-staffed again?” she asked, wondering if Harry would need her to dance an extra set.
He shook his head. “Everybody’s here, sound and healthy.”
“What do you mean?” Nick asked, a frown furrowing his brow.
Harry began to explain about the sick dancers, which made Izzie feel guilty again. Especially when he groaned over how hard it had been to tell Delilah, his “retired” wife that she wasn’t in shape to go on in their place. Oy. She wouldn’t have wanted to see the redhead’s expression during that conversation.
Something else she didn’t want to do was have to look Nick in the eye and admit she’d called in sick rather than face him last weekend. She figured he knew that much, but didn’t particularly feel the need to confirm it.
Excusing herself, she headed to her dressing room. The door wasn’t locked, but she immediately noticed the deadbolt, which had not been there the previous weekend.
