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“That’s interesting,” I rasped. “Because you’re the one who volunteered to take the shot off me. You’re the one grinding on me.”

She bit her lip, her skin flushed from the dancing and the way she was riding my thigh. Our foreheads were practically touching, our bodies as close as they could be. Fortunately, we were in the middle of the packed dance floor, and no one seemed to be paying us any attention.

I shifted my leg, and she whimpered. Sexiest fucking sound.

“You need more?” I asked, sensing her frustration. Feeling it myself.

When she nodded, I decided to push her a little more. See how far she’d go. “What would you do if I lifted this fucking skirt—” I plucked at the material “—and played with you right here, right now?”

Her breath hitched, eyes darkening even as she said, “You wouldn’t.”

I spun her so her back was to me, depriving her of the friction she craved. I yanked her closer, one hand hovering over her throat, the other poised on her hip.

“When it comes to you,” I rasped, “there’s little I wouldn’t do.”

I could feel her swallow beneath my hand as I pressed my cock into her ass. She moaned, taking my hand and sliding it down the middle of her chest before placing it on the opposite hip.

She crouched down low, slowly sliding up so her ass rubbed along my cock. I bit back a groan. I’d been hard all night. Every time her ass brushed against me, I was afraid I might come in my pants.

When she spun to face me once more, wrapping her arms around my neck, her smile was playful and sexy. She was enjoying this. The little tease.

I didn’t know why I was surprised. The woman had a way of driving me wild. The more she gave, the more I wanted.

I placed my hands on her waist, sliding them down until they rested partially over her ass, letting her feel, yet again, the effect she had on me.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you,” I rasped. “I need to kiss you.”

She shook her head, though she was smiling. “Later.”

“Mm,” I hummed. “What else are we doing to do later? Are you going to ride my cock?”

A nod as I slid my hand up her side, grazing her breast. Her lips parted, nipple hardening. So I did it again, brushing her nipple with my thumb this time, pushing that line just a little more.

I lost track of time, surrendering to her, to the moment. Every touch was another tease, another reminder of everything I wanted and couldn’t have.

Why can’t I have it?

Maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from the game. Maybe it was the way Logan had said, I don’t want this to end.

We were both riding high on emotions, but I’d worked hard to get to this point—both with the team and with Logan.

When I’d joined the Hawks, we’d been one of the most underrated teams in the league. They’d endured the tragic loss of a talented player, massive changes in coaching staff, trades, injuries, you name it. Everyone had underestimated us, and we’d won. If that was possible, then anything could be possible.

So why couldn’t I be with Logan?

Fuck it.

“Need you,” I growled in her ear, low and menacing. It wasn’t a polite request; it was a demand. I was on the verge of doing something very, very reckless.

Before she could respond, my phone buzzed a few times in quick succession. Logan’s too, and she glanced at the screen. A new group text had been started by Georgia, which she had already named.

[Champions]

Georgia: We’re moving the party to Cece’s. Anyone who wants to join, the party bus will be leaving in five.

Quinn: What? Why?

Zayn: Because she’s got a mansion in the Hills, dumbass.