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Mamba refilled his shot glass, and then one shot became three while Crystal swiveled and swayed in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and let the tequila work its magic. What the fuck—if Samson couldn’t have his reality, he’d settle for the illusion and let the smoky reposado trick his brain into thinking Lisbeth was grinding over him, making him pant, his heart race, and his hard dick throb to the point of pain.
Samson downed another shot, and in a tequila-soaked fog, he remembered the past perfectly—how Lisbeth moved to the sultry music as it vibrated through her body right down to her soul. When she danced for him, she was one with the music.
His eyes slid shut, his head lolled back against the chair, and his dick twitched. He blindly grabbed Lisbeth’s hips and slapped her ass’s firm flesh, loving how it quivered.
“Ohh yeah, baby, do that again.”
She ground down harder on him, and he hissed out a breath as his dick pressed against the zipper of his jeans, straining to be free, needing to sink into her sweet body.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”She spun around and straddled his lap, shoving her tits in his face, her nipples only inches from his lips.“Why don’t you and I find some privacy.”
His eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice, and he struggled to focus through his alcohol haze, a mixture of fantasy and reality so potent it made Samson believe the impossible.
* * *
Lisbeth’s eyes fixed on Samson sprawled out in a chair with his hands roaming over a half-naked blonde with enormous breasts as she seemed hell-bent on giving him a memorable lap dance. Her mouth dropped open, then clamped shut, and she quickly turned away for fear he’d see her. She couldn’t bear to hear any lame excuses or reasons why he spun his line of bullshit when not ten minutes later, his hands were groping some stripper’s ass.
Madeline reached out to her, but she brushed her off and pushed through the crowd, bumping right into Cobra.
“Hey, babe, been looking for you. Fabulous fuckin’ party.”
Lisbeth mashed her lips together, attempting to squash down the erratic emotions threatening to escape.
“Thank you.” She widened her eyes, forcing the tears to stay put for another few minutes.
“You don’t have to look so uptight. Your job’s done. Time to kick back and—”
“If you’re happy with everything, then I think I’ll leave.”
“You sure? C'mon back to our table and at least have a shot.”
“No,” she practically screamed. “I mean, I’m good. Just a little tired.”
Cobra shrugged one of his massive shoulders. “We’ll absolutely use you again.” A smile cracked his rugged face.” Best fuckin’ party we’ve had in a long time.” Then he turned toward the back of the room, and Lisbeth pushed her way to the front door.
Thankfully, no one else tried to stop her as she made a beeline for her car. After slamming herself in and locking the door, Lisbeth leaned forward and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the suspected tears didn’t come. She reasoned she was past crying, past feeling anything since she was caught in some vortex or limbo because, once again Samson managed to mangle her heart and smash it into a thousand pieces.
A rough hand nudged her awake. “Hey babe, wake up.”
Lisbeth’s eyes flickered open. She stretched her arms over her head, still savoring the sensuous ache Samson left at her core, then focused on him hovering over her. His jeans just pulled on, the scruff along his jaw defined his sculpted features, and his biceps bulged as he leaned on the mattress.
She smiled up at him, but his face remained frozen in a flat, emotionless mask—an expression she’d seen him flash in the club but never at her.
“I gotta go.” His voice was rough as he zipped up his jeans.
“I thought we’d spend the day together.” Her brain already sensed his negative response, but her heart held a glimmer of hope.
“Nah, not gonna happen.” He turned his back to her, plucked his t-shirt off the chair, and tugged it over his head.
“But I thought—”
“Yeah, well, you thought wrong.” A stranger turned back to her.
“What are you saying?” Lisbeth’s voice quivered as she shrank into the mattress.
“Look, babe, we had a good run, and you were a great fuck, but it’s over,” he spat out the words offhandedly, but a vein in his neck pulsed hard against his skin.
“But—”
