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Camden waved at someone behind me and I turned my head and saw Maria standing there, waving a hand in front of her face like she was burning up.

“Wow,” she mouthed. “So hot.”

I grinned and shrugged. She was right.

“Have fun, darlings! And don’t be strangers! And Camden—” she called.

Camden stopped and glanced at her.

“Don’t keep her from Geraldine for long. You know she won’t like it.”

He laughed with a nod, and my inner bitch growled.

Freaking Geraldine.

All thoughts of that woman disappeared when we got to the truck, and I was suddenly pushed against it, his lips smashing against mine.

“Fuck,” he growled in between biting kisses. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m literally dying. Where did you even come from? I can’t believe you’re real, baby girl.”

I gasped as his lips slid down my neck, biting down on a sensitive spot right between the neck and shoulder, making me moan.

“I could ask the same thing about you,” I gasped and he huffed, giving me one more soul shaking kiss before he pulled away. His chest was heaving, and his pupils had expanded into the green—like he’d gone feral.

I loved him like that.

“We’re going on this date. But when we get home...all bets are off,” he murmured, and oh my.

I was ready for that.

We got back into the truck, a charged silence pulsing between us as we drove.

No matter what this date was, I was quite sure that the afterparty...it was going to be a million times better.

CHAPTER 24

ANASTASIA

We pulled up to the valet of a popular club, Allure, and I started to freak out. “What are we doing?” I asked, my voice a bit frantic. There was a line trailing down the side of the warehouse where the club was housed.

I did not belong here.

“You’re going to meet my best friends,” Camden said calmly.

“What?” I gasped, stiffening in my seat. “I’m meeting your friends?”

I blinked at him. Was I ready for that? Holy. Crap.

The valet opened the door and extended his hand to help me out.

I glanced at the guy in a daze, he was cute, in a boyish looking way.

“Don’t even think about it,” Camden growled at him, all his calm leaking out of his voice. The valet startled and backed up. “Yes, of course, Mr. James. I’m sorry.”

Camden huffed and hopped out of the truck, walking to my door and putting his big body firmly in between me and the young man.

“I would say someone’s jealous,” I whispered.

His eyes flashed. “You have no idea.”

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