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One thing I didn’t do earlier is touch her, and now my hands are aching to feel her body under them. It’s not enough to watch her give herself pleasure. I need to be the one doing it.

Who could have guessed shy little Harper Adams could put on a show like the one she gave me?

Before the night is over, she’s going to be doing a lot more than that.

What makes me smile to myself is knowing it won’t take a lot of convincing. She might pretend she’s only doing this to keep her job, but there was nothing about her performance earlier to even hint at her being an unwilling participant. She was willing, all right. It got her hot, showing off for me, which only added to my satisfaction. A silent give and take, the two of us egging each other on.

I need to stop thinking this way, or I’ll come in my pants.

Hanging from the back of my chair is a small shopping bag. I ran an errand of my own this afternoon, and knowing what’s waiting for her has me ready to go up to the room and demand she move her ass.

Turns out, there’s no need. From where I’m seated, I have a clear view through the lobby, and my heart threatens to burst from my chest when I see her step through the sliding doors.

I called her a goddess earlier, and I meant it, but it’s never been truer than it is at this moment. The sight of her in a low-cut, curve-hugging black dress is almost enough to knock me on the floor. The cut of the fabric accentuates her full tits and luscious hips that sway slightly as she strides across the lobby. Her legs look a mile long in a pair of silver stilettos that I can’t help but imagine gripping as I drive myself into her. By the time this night is over, those heels are going to dig into my shoulders.

She tosses her thick, red hair over one shoulder before tucking it behind her ear, and I’m reminded of how nervous she is. It’s almost touching, especially when she’s trying so hard to hide it.

“Did I do a good job?” she asks by way of greeting once she reaches me.

I can’t find the words. She’s overwhelming, the sight and smell of her taking over my awareness until I’m ready to take her here and now. But she wants reassurance, so I force myself to put my thoughts together. “I’d answer, but I’m too busy making sure none of the guys in here lay a finger on you.”

She blurts out a high-pitched laugh of disbelief. “Get out of here.”

“You think I’m kidding?” I lean in, letting my lips brush against her earlobe. “To your left. Don’t be obvious about it.” She turns her head slightly, and the scent of her perfume stirs a growl in my chest. This woman is mine; that’s all there is to it. I don’t care what it takes. She’s never leaving my side after tonight.

“Okay, so he’s looking at me,” she whispers, unaware of my thoughts. “I’m sure there are women looking at you, too.”

“We’re not talking about me right now.” Because I can’t help it, I place my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. Fuck, she’s tempting. “We’re talking about you. What do you think that man wants to do to you?”

“How should I know?”

“Lesson one: you don’t walk into a bar looking the way you do right now and act like you don’t know what a man wants to do. You have to know how jaw-dropping you are.”

She leans back a little, far enough to look me in the eyes and shake her head. “I really don’t. But I’m glad you think I am. I don’t want you thinking you wasted your money.”

She still doesn’t get it. “I’m telling you right now, there is not a man tonight who’ll set eyes on you and not wish he could bury himself in that pretty pussy.”

Her gaze darts around, her cheeks going red. “Colton,” she whispers on a strained giggle.

“You don’t believe me? Maybe we should ask him.”

Her gasp draws the attention of the people closest to us. “Don’t do that!”

“Suit yourself.” It’s almost too fun, fucking with her like this. Deep down inside, she’s still the good girl she always was.

But even deeper, there’s somebody a lot darker. Someone who’s curious. Willing. Even eager. “It’s the truth. And where we’re going, there’s going to be plenty of opportunity for men to approach you.”

My fingers dig into her flesh hard enough that she winces. “But you’re not going to take them up on it. Understood?”

“Of course.” There’s still innocence shining from her eyes as she frowns. “I’m going to be with you. This is our agreement.”

She has no idea what her submissiveness does to me. “Exactly. You belong to me and only to me. And what we do, we do together. No other partners.”

Now she’s frowning in earnest. “Where are we going? You’re making me nervous.”

It’s about time to get moving, anyway. I was going to offer a drink here, but we can always have our drinks at the club.

“There’s only one way to find out.” I pull out cash for the bartender before standing. “By the way, that bag is for you. But I’d wait till you’re outside before opening it.”

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