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“I could say that exact same thing to you. I’m sure Ethan would agree with me.”

“I explained why I did what I did.”

“Yes, and I accepted the explanation, but it doesn't mean I'm happy about it.”

“Me either. I don't like being jealous.”

“Funny, because I like that you were jealous.” She’d been so sure that he couldn’t truly care for her, if he were willing to share her with another man. This made her fill with hope that he did…perhaps…feel something more than desire for her.

“Don't get used to it. I'm sure I'll get over it.”

“Oh. Right.” The little fluttering of hope in her chest was squashed like a bug on the windshield. She moved her hand away, but he captured her wrist.

“Alison, I'm sorry.” He kissed her fingers. “This is new for me…these feelings. I hate feelings.”

“We all do.” She was scared too.

“But you’re used to having emotions. I’m not. I quit feeling anything but competitive a long time ago.”

“I know it’s scary but it’s good too. Right?” She needed to know that he wanted this with her.

“I guess, but how about we start with a feeling I’m used to.” He put her hand back on his cock.

“You’re so…incorrigible.” She couldn't help but squeeze him as she ran her hand up and down his length.

“Unbutton my pants. If you have the guts.”

“If I have guts?” She knew he was baiting her with the challenge, but she was happy to best him.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I don't think you do. I think you’re teasing me.”

“And if that’s what I'm doing, it’s fine because you owe me.”

“I do and I’ll put up with your teasing as long as I can.”

“Oh, really? And then what will you do?” She was getting wet just thinking about pushing him past his control.

“Not sure. It could be a couple of things. I might pick you up, toss you over my shoulder and head to the room. Or I might pull you off that chair, push you against the bar and fuck you right here.”

“Since when did you become such a barbarian?” Her insides tingled at the thought. She should be appalled but her body wanted him to claim her in every conceivable way.

He leaned down by her ear. “It’s barbaric but it’s making you hot. Isn’t it?”

“I neither confirm nor deny that statement.” She grinned at him as she unbuttoned his pants.

She glanced around. Except for the people directly across from them she was shielded by Harker's large body. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, loving his heat and the smoothness as she stroked him. Her eyes lifted to his as she slowly licked her lips. His dark gaze dropped to her mouth. His chest heaved as he waited. She lowered her head. His hand touched her hair, pushing her downward.

“Harker? Is that you?” asked a woman.

Alison sat up like a jack-in-the-box.

A tall, thin, beautiful woman with dark hair pushed up to the bar by them. Her eyes widened as they landed on Alison. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn't see you. If I had, I never would’ve…” Her eyes sparkled like she was going to burst out laughing any minute. “I’m sorry. Really. I'm going to back away and pretend this never happened.”

“No. Don’t.” Alison had no idea why those words came out of her mouth. Having this woman leave would be the least embarrassing thing for all of them, but the words were out there now and there was no going back. “I’m Alison.” She held out her hand. “And you are?”

CHAPTER 53: Harker

“Going.” Harker needed Dahlia to leave now. “She’s leaving.”

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