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She shuddered, heat tracing over her skin and winding through her. “I want that, too.”
He cupped her chin, the scent of her arousal on his fingers, and tipped her face toward him. “Go tell Lane thanks for playing and to have a good night.”
She nodded in his grip.
He released her and stepped back. The loss of his body heat was distinct, setting her off balance. But he grabbed her elbow and turned her, guiding her forward on weak knees.
Every step she could feel the cool air drifting up her dress, the slide of her sex as she moved, wet and throbbing with heat. When she stepped back into the club, it felt like everyone would be able to tell just how aroused and naked she was through that thin fabric. But of course, no one paid the girl in the black dress any mind. No one except Lane.
When he spotted her from a few tables away, his gaze slid over her and then hopped to Donovan who’d hung back a few steps. Lane gave an almost imperceptible nod to the man behind her and then swung his attention back to Marin.
She tried to keep her back straight, her walk steady as she made her way to his table.
Lane leaned forward, arms braced on the tabletop, and sent her a sinful smile. “So it worked?”
She tried to speak but had to clear her throat first. “Seems so.”
“You’re leaving then?”
“Yes. Thank you for tonight. I really did have a nice time.” She could feel Donovan somewhere behind her, his gaze burning into her.
Lane stood and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Thank you. You two reminded me why it’s been far too long since I’ve played these games for myself. Donovan’s a lucky bastard to have the privilege with you.”
He let her go and she smiled. “Thanks.”
He reached into his pocket and then placed a card in her hand. “I imagine you’re very safe with Donovan. But you should have a friend you can trust to check in with when you play. Text me later and let me know you’re okay. Doesn’t matter what time.”
She was touched by the gesture. Lane could’ve been pissed she’d dragged him into this. Instead, he was offering to be her phone-a-friend. She dropped the card into her purse and then pushed up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. ?
??You’re a good guy, Lane Cannon.”
He smirked. “Not that good. Have fun, Dr. Rush.”
Donovan stepped up behind her then, placing a proprietary hand on her lower back. “Time to go.”
He didn’t ask. He told. She found she didn’t mind. “Okay.”
Donovan looked to Lane and put his other hand out to him. “Lane.”
Lane shook Donovan’s hand. “Doc.”
It was a firm shake, the testosterone high, but Marin didn’t sense malice there, only a current of respect. “I trust this stays between the three of us and will not affect any working relationships.”
Lane nodded. “Of course.”
“Thank you.” Donovan released Lane’s hand and nodded a good-bye.
With that, he guided Marin forward through the crowded club, his hand warm against her back. To outside eyes, they probably looked like such a proper couple. She in an unassuming black dress, he in a crisp dark suit. Two professionals out for drinks who might go home and have nice, polite sex.
But when they stepped outside into the muggy night air, Donovan’s hand slid down to her ass, his grip punishing and his message clear.
She was his tonight.
And he would have his way.
God, did she want to let him.
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