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I shimmied seductively to his lap. For a moment, his expression seemed stunned, but he maintained his challenging façade. Reaching over, I rested my palms on his shoulders, never taking my gaze off his. Scraping my nails down toward his chest, I leaned forward, stopping just before my lips touched his.

He closed his eyes, preparing for a kiss. Spinning around at the final second, I sat on his lap, my back facing him. I felt him exhale in irritation against the back of my neck. It sent a shiver through my scantily dressed frame. Taking his hands in mine, I positioned them on my hips as I wound my body on his.

Chance might have been a sardonic jokester in public, but in private, he was dominant, sexual, and kinky as fuck; he was an animal. As his fingers dug into my flesh, I smiled to myself, knowing he was fighting to control his urges. Keeping an eye on the clock, I pressed harder against him, spelling out the alphabet with my hips to the rhythm of the music.

His hands trailed down to my thighs, placing his lips behind my ear. “I know what you’re doing.” He groaned, sprinkling gentle kisses on the side and back of my neck.

My breath hitched as he coaxed my thighs apart with his palms. I let out a soft moan, arching my back as his fingers trailed further up my skirt. He halted, resting his hand on my mound. I felt his erection growing beneath me.

Wrapping his other hand around my neck, he pulled me against his body, thrusting himself against me. I laid my head back on his shoulder, whimpering, failing to fight his advances as his fingers slipped inside me.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“So good.”

“Yeah?” He pressed his digits deeper.

“Mm-hmm,” I moaned.

His warm breath on my sensitive neck caused me to tremble before his grip loosened, his other fingers turning my face toward him. My gaze met his, and we both sighed. Pulling his fingers from my center, he licked them clean.

He examined my watering gaze, his face changing from aroused to serious as he circled his thumb on my jawline. Peering deep into my gaze, he blinked several times, almost as if he were struggling with his own emotions. A single tear rolled down my cheek, coming to a stop on his thumb.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Amb—”

The door swung open. Chance jumped, sitting up straight as I sprung to my feet, smoothing my outfit. Luke darted his eyes back and forth between us.

“Ian said to come find you.”

I turned to see Chance dazed.

“Sorry.” I hissed, barely above a whisper, wiping away any evidence of tears. “We can talk aft—”

“It’s okay, baby.” He laid a hand on my arm. “Go.”

I hurried out of the room, Luke following behind closely.

“I guess we’re even now, huh?” I joked under my breath as we sauntered toward the Blue Lounge.

He grabbed my wrist, spinning me to face him. “Amber, wait. I need to ask you something about New Yor—”

“Amber!” Ian growled, just outside the closed double doors. “Get over here, now!”

“Shit,” Luke grumbled as we sped over.

“Where the hell were you?” Ian crossed his arms, glaring at me before forcing his wrist into my face. “You’re ten minutes late!”

Time had escaped me.

8

TEASE

AMBER

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“What were you doing?”

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