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“You came.” He brushed her ear with his lips, his breath warm against her skin. He slid his hands to her stomach, pulling her closer.
Heat spread between her legs, and she leaned into him, his arousal hard against her butt. What was it about this man? “Not yet, but I’m hoping to,” she said.
“I like that.” He kissed up the back of her neck, his words vibrating through her. “What are the odds I could turn the innuendo into reality?”
Before she could ask what he had in mind, he dropped his hand to the bottom of her skirt. He traced his fingers along the edge of the hem, around to the back of her legs, until he caressed her inner thigh.
She gasped, intensely aware of the people around them but not sure she cared. She shifted her weight, and he glided his hand higher.
Bright lights strobed from the stage, but none reached them. Heavy music pounded through the room, pulsing through her feet and thumping in her chest. Or maybe that was her screaming heartbeat.
While he pushed one hand up the back of her skirt, his other made its way under her shirt, to rest his palm directly on her stomach. “You know”—his voice was low, but right next to her ear, it still cut through the bedlam—“if anyone catches us, we’re in trouble.”
She nodded, the confession heightening her arousal further. Need throbbed between her legs, and her nipples ached against fabric.
“And you’ll let me keep going?”
She nodded again. “Don’t get us caught.”
His laugh rumbled through her back, as he slid his hand higher between her legs. “If I didn’t have to be on stage for the rest of the show, I’d see that as a challenge.”
He brushed the bottom of her breast through the lace of her bra, and she lost any reply she might have, temporarily misplacing her disappointment that they didn’t have more time.
“Our Master of Ceremonies for the night, Brandon Powell.” The announcement echoed through the room.
“Damn it, I’ve been summoned.”
She grabbed his wrist, to keep him from leaving yet, and spun to face him. With her free hand, she fished her spare room key out of her purse and slipped it into his back pocket. “Meet me upstairs after the concert?”
He kissed her hard, before breaking away. “Give me thirty minutes after it ends.”
Chapter Eight
Brandon couldn’t seeMolly through the crowds, but it didn’t matter. Her room key was an alluring weight in his back pocket. He hopped off the stage. A few more politegoodnights, and he could sneak out for the evening. His pocket buzzed, and he grabbed his phone, frowning when Adeline’s picture grinned at him.
He pushed into the hallway, looking for a sort-of quiet corner. “What?”
