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I snort. “Yep, that must be it.”

“Don’t lie and pretend you don’t know what we have goin’ on here, princess.”

Goddamn with the nicknames!

“Oh, and what exactly is it we have going on?” Whatever, I’ll play along with his little game.

His voice is sincere and warmth spreads through me in his next words. “Sexual tension.”

I clench my pussy. Jesus. I’ve been hot for him since he met us at the clubhouse doors, who am I even kidding? The tension is so ridiculous. Nope, the dildo definitely won’t be cutting it tonight, or any night.

My inner voice keeps reminding me that this is playing with fire, but I’m past the point of caring.

His hand slides to my waist and snakes its way up my body. I hitch a breath when it disappears under my jacket and he… Holy shit. He pinches my nipple. It’s a hard peak and I barely manage to hold in the groan. I can’t even hide biting down on my lip as I almost drop my drink on the counter.

I down the rest of it before it can be spilled and go to waste. His hand cups my tit as he stares at me and I say, “Do that again.”

His lips twitch into that annoying smirk he’s so fond of. Pinching my needy nipple, I let my eyes flutter closed for half a second. I love my tits being played with, and even if this is out in the open, I don’t give a shit. He bends to my ear. “My mouth ain’t just made for bein’ a smartass, Darlin’. This tongue is all yours baby, however you want it.”

I imagine his tongue lapping at my pussy, flicking my clit, and my free hand grips onto the side of the stool for balance.

I’m still clutching the empty glass, watching as his hand fondles my tit and I can barely remember my own name. His thumb flicks back and forth, arousing my already wet pussy tenfold to uncomfortable new heights. Holy crap, that feels good. I need his mouth on me. I need his mouth on me now.

I grab the lapels of his cut and pull him closer to me. “You wanna play, Blue Eyes, or do you wanna play?”

His lips are so close to mine when he breathes, “Oh, I wanna play, Mama. I’m ready to play right now.”

I barely have time to set my glass down when he tugs me off the stool by my elbow and I willingly let him practically drag me across the room. I spare a glance over my shoulder to Halo, but she’s deep in conversation with Riot. He’s harmless enough and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl.

I don’t know where we’re heading, but I know I’m going to end up regretting this.

“Where are we going?” I holler, trying to shake out of his grasp. Damn asshat.

“Spare office.”

“Don’t you have a bed here?”

“Can’t wait that long.”

Curious eyes follow us, but I don’t care. Before I know it, Nevada is pulling me into a room and locks the door behind him. The blaring music lulls as I step back and he stalks toward me. I back up against the wall, liking this predatory side to him, but of course I have to back it up with a smartass comment.

“You wanna be put on your ass again?”

He cages me in, my heart beating so fast I can barely hear a thing with the blood pounding in my ears. “Only if it’s with you ridin’ me.” He cups both my tits and I let out the groan I was holding earlier. “These are so fuckin’ hot.” He fondles them, rubbing his thumbs over two sensitive peaks as his dick pushes into my stomach.

“Suck them,” I groan, too tired to fight it anymore. I need his mouth on me. “Do it.”

He pulls my shirt out the top of my skirt and shoves it up under my armpits. He hisses when he sees my tits through the black mesh bra. “Wore your best for me?”

“Shut up and just do it.” I pull his head to my left breast and he grips the other one, squeezing as my knees almost buckle and his mouth finds my peak. He sucks and nips and when that isn’t enough, he pulls the cup down and laves me with his tongue. Looking up, he suckles on me and I grip my hands into his hair. I need his dick inside me. I need to feel good. As if reading my mind, he yanks the cup to the other side, moving his head he suckles noisily, groaning — which only makes my pussy throb more — and I feel my arousal coating my panties. This man wasn’t kidding about his tongue…

“Nevada,” I whisper.

“That’s it, Mama,” he groans between licks and sucks. “Told you you’d be beggin’ me.”

I cup my tit, wanting to get more of it in his mouth, meanwhile, his hand skates lower, cupping my mound as I let out a loud moan. Yes. Yes!

He pushes my panties aside and when he feels how wet I am, he groans, “Fuuuuck.”

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