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“Hmm.” I slide a finger in and she nudges open her legs, giving me better access. “Such a temptress,” I mutter against her neck.

“Oh, Frankie,” she moans, resting her head against my shoulder.

“Soak my fingers, angel. Show me how wet you are for me.”

Everyone is probably watching us right now. This is not something I’d usually entertain, preferring private rooms only. I have nothing to prove to anyone. Well, that is, until Zara.

Enzo clears his throat behind me. I tug her flush against my front and turn my back to him.

“Come for me,” I whisper into her ear.

She trembles against me with her jaw clenched.

“Bite my neck, I’ll let you save those screams for when it’s just us, dolcezza.” I bend down so her teeth can sink into me as I twist my fingers inside her. She shudders against me. I brush her silky hair away from her cheek and place a kiss there.

“Good girl.” I slide my hand out and when she looks up at me with her blush, wild eyes and a gorgeous smile, my heart almost stops.

“I think someone wants to speak to you,” she whispers, without a hint of embarrassment.

“Us. Baby. They’ll be speaking to ‘us’,” I correct her.

With my handresting on her lower back, I swallow my drink in one gulp, but it fails to quench the fire inside me. I want her so fucking much.

I turn to Enzo, who has his usual unamused look on his face.

“Enzo, meet Zara.”

His eyes narrow. “Miss O’Reilly,” he greets her, purposely using her last name.

“Mr. Testa. Pleasure. Nice place you have here.” She gives a broad smile as she holds her hand out to him.

Enzo keeps his face expressionless, but his body goes rigid. I can tell he’s impressed. I can’t keep the amused grin off my lips.

There are only a few of us who know his real last name. How the hell she found that out, I don’t know. I’ve never doubted her intelligence. This should prove to him that she deserves her place here.

He brushes his dark hair back and loosens his shoulders. “Our guests have arrived. I have business to attend to. I’ll leave it in your capable hands. Jax and Kai are in one of the rooms to keep an eye on things.”

The cops wouldn’t be stupid enough to pull anything in here. Not unless they have a death wish. I cast a glance over to them, both of them are looking at us, sipping their liquor.

“Have a good night,” Enzo says, turning his back and leaving.

Zara places her warm palm lightly on my arm. “I need the ladies’ room. Where is it?”

“Just the other side of the bar. Don’t be long,” I whisper in her ear. It’s hard not to fixate on her ass as she walks away.

When she’s nearly to the door, she stops and looks at Alex, then continues into the restroom.

Fuck.

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ZARA

What the hell are Alex and Lee even doing here? I slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. There is absolutely no way this is a coincidence. This has my dad written all over it.

Alex is damn good at his job. We have a serious problem.

Shit. I should have never asked him about the club.

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