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“Hell yeah.”

His middle finger slowly circled the bare inch of skin between my corset and skirt. I arched my back, pressing into his touch. His hips rolled into mine, his scent surrounding me like a drug.

“I’m spreading you out on my bed the moment we walk through the door. Just you, that ponytail, those boots, and this.” His lips found the edge of the choker, tracing the half-moon crescent that claimed me as his.

“And if I can’t wait?”

I lifted my arms. Ethan’s hands skimmed the side of my breast, grazed the bare inch of skin above my hipbone, our bodies moving in time.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. Seeing you control that stage, seduce the audience. You’re a complete badass when you sing. It’s freaking hot.”

The breath caught in my throat. I bent my lips to the scar just above his cuff, feeling him sway in place as our pulses synced.

And then he gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place as his tongue slid into my mouth. I shivered, tingling from my nipples to the tips of my toes, the hot pulse between my legs swollen and aching from the need for release.

“Hayden,” he growled, hands skimming up my sides. “I need to be inside you.”

My lips found his pulse point, the building pressure so intense I could barely stand it. I needed Ethan. Needed to feel his touch. Needed to feel him unleashed.

We stumbled into a dimly lit hall behind the bar. Ethan shouldered open a door marked Private, then bolted it behind us. Pinning me back against the wall next to the condom dispenser, he gripped my waist.

“This,” he trailed a finger down the front of my leather corset, “has been driving me insane for the past two hours.”

Biting his bottom lip, I tugged at the top of the bodice until the tips of my breasts spilled out over the cups. Pulling me to him by the waist, Ethan bent to take my exposed nipple into his mouth.

“God, yes.” My fingers threaded into his hair, nails scoring his back, dragging up his shirt. “Yes.”

Ethan slammed me back into the wall and I moaned, feeling each pull of his lips all the way down to my core.

“Door?” he mumbled, fumbling with his belt.

“Counter.” I bit his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the sink.

My hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt. Ethan growled at the loss of contact, eyes flaring wolf gold. I claimed his mouth in a savage kiss. His hand gripped the back of my neck, teeth finding the base of my throat as I opened the button fly of his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and ready.

Hands braced at the hard muscles of his abs, I bit his pec. Ethan groaned, head falling back. I took the ring pierced through his right nipple in my teeth and tugged.

“Hell, Daisy,” he breathed, teeth gritted.

I worked my way lower. His eyes tracked me like prey. I outlined the tattoo below his left pec with my tongue—a black crescent moon with a dagger plunging vertically through its center. He growled. Lower. I stared up at him through my lashes, biting each taut ripple in his six-pack.

“Don’t know how much more of that I can stand.”

Here’s the thing. I wasn’t above throwing down a Tweetstorm or verbal dick-punch on the first guy who tried to jump in with the mansplaining. And just try to tell me I had to stop drinking Mexican Cokes because high-fructose corn syrup was one of the seven million things on this planet we now knew would eventually kill you. If I was into a guy, I wasn’t going to play coy about showing it.

I stroked his shaft, watching his eyes glaze. “Shut up.”

The music from outside pulsed and swelled. I lost myself in the stutter of Ethan’s breath, in the musky scent of his skin, and the pull of his fingers tangling in my hair.

By the time I finished, and he was bending me over the counter, both of us were way ready for round two. Our eyes locked in the cracked mirror as he tore open a foil packet.

“You ready?”

I felt him at my entrance and my pulse picked up. “Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t. Gasping when he entered me, I caught the edge of the sink. Ethan braced his arms on either side of mine, hot, hard muscle taut against my back, caging me in. Heavy-lidded, his irises blazed gold. He nuzzled my ponytail to one side, lips descending to suck hot kisses across my bare shoulders as I rose up on my toes.

I bit my lip, head falling forward, and received a nip to the base of the throat. My back arched, a flutter of pleasure snaking down my spine. He kissed the curve of my throat and I watched the tips of my breasts flush dark as rosebuds in the mirror.