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I grin like a cocky asshole. “You bet your sweet fuckin’ ass you did.”

Clara pulls back, and I see a hint of uncertainty in her eyes when they meet mine.

Cupping her cheek, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare even consider regrettin’ what you just did,” I tell her, silencing the doubt I know is swirlin’ ’round in that pretty head of hers. “That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever experienced. And I wanna do it again.” I kiss her lips. “And again.” I kiss her again. “And again.”Kiss.

Pulling back, she quirks a disbelieving brow. “Really?”

I nod, flashing her a smug smirk as I take her hand and place it against my crotch.

Her eyes flare. “You’re… you’re wet—” She gasps. “Oh god. Is that… is that from me?”

I move my head side to side. “Yes and no.”

She searches my eyes, a crease of confusion tugging between her eyebrows.

Sniffing a laugh, I drag my thumb over the curve of her cheek. “You made me come in my pants like a goddamn fourteen-year-old.”

Her gaze dips downward again, and I see the curiosity flare in her eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip before looking back up at me. “You… came in your pants?”

I nod, not at all embarrassed because fuck yeah, I came in my pants. Hard. For the first time in adult life, I came in my pants from a thigh-ride, and all because I am so fucking hooked on this woman.

Her lips curl at the corners but then I see uncertainty flash in her eyes. “Do you… want me to—” Eyes dipping down to my pants, she shrugs a shoulder, meeting my gaze again.

“I would love nothin’ fuckin’ more, baby,” I admit with a gruff, throaty chuckle. “But not tonight. Tonight was all about you.”

She kisses me back, moaning softly into my mouth, her hands latching into my hair again and holding me right where I am, and fuck, my dick stirs like I didn’t just come in my briefs. But I force my lips away, pulling back and looking between her eyes. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.”

Clara offers me a smile that just about takes my breath away, and fuck I am so far gone for this woman.

CHAPTER 28

CLARA

“Hey, girlie.”

I startle, spinning around so fast I almost knock poor Maci over with my drink tray.

She takes a step back, hands held up in the air in surrender, pretty face stark. “Woah, don’t shoot,” she jokes.

“Shit,” I mutter, sweeping my hair back from my face. “I’m sorry.”

Maci lowers an eyebrow, looking closely at me. “You okay, baby?”

I heave a sigh, rolling my eyes at myself. “Yeah. Sorry. I just—” Looking around the club, I shake my head. “Tonight just feels… weird.”

“Did somethin’ happen?” Maci’s brows knit together, fury flashing in her eyes. “You need me to get security? Or my switchblade?”

My eyes widen. “No, it’s just—” I can’t even explain it without worrying that I’m going to sound like a paranoid idiot. “I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s… watching me,” I say, scanning the club again.

Maci snorts a laugh, and I find a wry smile playing on her lips. “Baby. You’re a scantily clad, hot-ass waitress servingdrinks at a titty bar full of fuckin’ perverts. Of course someone’s watchin’ you…everyone’swatchin’ you.”

I can’t help but laugh because she’s right. I’m being silly. But since I arrived here tonight, I haven’t been able to shake this feeling. It started in the parking lot when I pulled in, and it hasn’t stopped, even inside.

I force another smile, shaking my head at myself. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right. Use it to your advantage and earn those tips, baby,” Maci says with a salacious wink, clicking her fingers.

I giggle.