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She grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

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When I got ready for an evening at the Vault on Friday, I was sure to put on the collar. It did not surprise me in the least that Cole’s gaze dropped to it the moment I hopped into his car. Those blue eyes heated. Glittered. Blazed with possession.

My body instantly responded. My pulse kicked up. My stomach tightened and fluttered. Sheer, unadulterated want unfurled in my gut.

As usual, he looked smart and sharp and far too compelling for any woman’s composure. Mine included.

Leaning toward me, he skimmed his finger over the infinity pendant. His eyes snapped back to mine, alive with raw need. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing that and nothing else,” he said, his voice low and deep and jagged.

I smiled. “Hello to you, too.”

His lips twitched. “Hey.” He planted a soft, drugging kiss on my mouth. “Missed that taste.” Straightening in his seat, he switched on the engine.

He hooked one arm behind my headrest and glanced over his shoulder as he reversed the car one-handed. There was nothing sane about how that stirred up my hormones. Nothing. But they stood up and bloody cheered.

Lowering the volume of the music playing, Cole flicked me a quick look as he drove toward the exit of the lot. “What room did you book?”

I had to smile. The casual note in his tone was a ruse. He didn’t like not knowing—I could sense it. Ha.

“You can’t honestly think I’ll tell you, considering you always insist on surprising me.” Tonight, for me, was about some playful payback.

“Figured you’d say that,” he muttered. “I don’t like surprises.”

“Neither do I. That doesn’t stop you from refusing to satisfy my curiosity.”

“If you satisfy mine, I’ll make it worth your while.”

I was about to snort, but then the opportunist in me rose up. I knew that, given how dominant Cole was, he wouldn’t easily agree to not touch me for the duration of the lap dance. And if he did agree, he’d likely say ‘fuck it’ at some point and pounce. Then I wouldn’t get my revenge for all the teasing he did.

Buthe wouldn’t break a promise. So if I managed to wrangle one out of him in advance, I could be sure he’d stick to his word. Revenge would then be mine. And I had no doubt that all his frustration would translate into a subsequent bout of wild, scorching, mind-numbing sex.

Folding my arms, I twisted in my seat to face him. “All right, I’ll tell you. The thing is, though … There’ll be a rule you have to follow while we’re in the room. Promise me here and now that you’ll stick to it, and I’ll tell you what room I booked.”

He looked at me askance. “A rule, huh?” He paused, shifting gears. “I’m not good at following rules.”

“You prefer to dish them out, I know. Well then, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Watching him grind his teeth, I stifled a smile.

“Fine,” he eventually blurted out. “I won’t break your mysterious rule. Now tell me.”

My smile broke free. “Youreallydon’t like being out of the loop, do you? I can relate. It isn’t much fun.”

He lightly squeezed my thigh. “Tell me.”

I remained silent for a few seconds, aiming to ramp up his frustration. “We’re going to the lap dancing room. You’ll be treated to a private show. But, much as it goes in the real world, there’ll be one thing you’re not allowed to do.”

His lips parting in stunned surprise, he shot me a look. “You expect me not to put my hands on you when you’re giving me a fucking lap dance?”

I full-on grinned. “Yep, since you already promised you wouldn’t when you agreed to our deal.”

“I didn’t know exactly what I was promising.”

“Sonot my problem.”

He softly cursed under his breath. “Once the dance is over, I will fuck you until your throat’s sore from screaming—I promise you that.”

It was a promise he later delivered on.

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