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It was the best idea my cock had heard in a long time.
“What are the rules?” I asked under my breath. She gave me a wicked grin and then spun around, pressing her back to my chest and grinding her delicious ass against my painfully stiff erection. I was no longer a rational man. I was an animal, hungry and excited for a potential kill. But not only was she a warm body, she was the woman I went to sleep thinking about. I woke up drugged with dreams of her, desperate to return to the warm embrace of my fantasies. The cold reality was, I was alone in my bed every morning. I was alone all the time, always, except when I was at the restaurant. There, I could hear her laugh. I could smell her sweet cinnamon scent and every once in a while she even glanced my way.
I was pathetic. Hopeless.
But I didn’t care anymore. I was on fire inside. There was an ache deep in my balls that could only be reached by sinking myself into her. The thought alone was enough to make me blow. Well, the thought combined with the way she was dancing. I closed my arms around her and held her tight against me, thrusting my hips forward to let her know that I wasn’t playing around.
I wouldn’t be teased any longer. I was going to take her up on her offer, and I was going to fuck her until we both found the satisfaction we’d been chasing.
Maybe then I could put this obsession to bed and move on with my life.
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Hope
“No rules,” I murmured, rocking back against his hard cock. I was electric with anticipation. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was willing to do what I had to do to get it. “You can have anything. Everything.”
He made a strangled noise and his arms tightened around me. He lowered his lips to my ear and growled so only I could hear.
“Get your purse and your boy toys, then, and let's get the fuck out of here.”
The promise behind his words had my pussy soaking wet. He pushed me gently but firmly toward Jamie and Rowan. My eyes locked onto Jamie’s, and he held them as I walked through the thinning crowd to the other side of the dance floor. I think that was the only thing that kept my knees from knocking—Jamie’s steady, loving gaze.
The time had finally come. All the tension that had been stacking up between Thacker and me was about to be laid bare, and I was…terrified.
I stepped into Jamie’s embrace and he pulled me into a lingering hug.
“He wants to go home with us,” I managed to mumble. Jamie held me at arm’s length and eyed me skeptically.
“Who does?” he asked, though I was pretty sure he knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Mr. Douche,” I said with a smirk, using the nickname he and Rowan had given Thacker, the one they thought was a secret. Jamie blushed and gave me a sheepish smile. A second later, my words sank in and his eyes widened slightly.
“Thacker wants to come home with us tonight?” he repeated like he couldn’t quite believe his ears. I nodded. I was worried that maybe Jamie would be jealous, or reject the idea of me bringing another partner into the mix, but light danced in his eyes as they moved around the room until they found him. He grinned. “Well, all right then, Cinderella. Let’s get you back to the house before you turn into a very sexy pumpkin.”
He gave me a light slap on the ass and I giggled as I led the way out of the ballroom. As I was approaching the door, my eyes focused on a slight, dark-haired man standing near it.
Kane.
We stared at each other as I walked past him. There was something in his hard gaze that made me feel deeply uneasy, but it wasn’t enough to put a damper on my mood.
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Rowan
I met Kane glare for glare as I brushed past him, so close that our shoulders bumped. When I glanced back over my shoulder, he was still watching us with that smug look on his face. Well, he could stare all he wanted to. He didn’t actuallyknowjack shit.
With that, I put Kane firmly out of my mind and instead focused on the luscious ass that was swaying just ahead of me. Jamie was resting his hand on the small of Hope’s back, and the low light was glinting off her hair.
I couldn’t wait to do filthy things to her.
If I heard them right, her boss was coming home with us. Which was…interesting. I didn’t loathe the guy with quite the passion that Jamie did. He’d been there, night after night for two years, comforting Hope when Thacker left her all ragged edges. I was new, but I’d seen her go through enough turmoil with the guy to be wary of his sudden interest in joining our party of three.
I stepped forward and held the door for them, and then we all walked out of the convention center into the cold night. I could see Hope’s breath as she clutched her faux fur jacket around herself. But she didn’t seem bothered by the persistent chill. Her eyes were trained on something just beyond, in the parking lot. I followed them to see Mr. Douche himself, in the flesh, in a stained chef’s coat, standing with his arms crossed tightly. He looked like he was having second thoughts. But he was still here. He was waiting for us. And when he saw Hope walking toward him, he got that same brainless look on his face that I’d seen on Jamie. I knew that I did it, too. That was just the Hope effect. She made everything else unimportant.
But when she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her, I felt a surge of bitter jealousy like I never had with Jamie.
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