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"Are you sure?" I triple double-check.

He marks an X on his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die, you didn’t touch her.”

I take off down the hall so fast, my shoes fail to gain traction the first hundred feet. My heart thrashes against my ribs as efficiently as I jab the elevator button. When it displays the car is still in the lobby, I throw open the emergency exit stairwell to begin my sixteen-floor descent.

With adrenaline fueling my pace, I make it to the lobby in record-setting time. I’m panting hard; my lungs are burning from a lack of oxygen, and my body is covered with a fine layer of sweat, but I made it.

When a quick scan of my surroundings fails to find Lola, I dart for the multistory parking garage outside, praying she hasn’t left yet. My prayers are answered when I find Lola jabbing her keys into the driver’s side door of her Jeep. “Lola!”

She pivots around to face me; panic is all over her face. She thinks I’m chasing her down for Noah. I’m not. I’m here for one thing and one thing only: her.

“Is everythi—”

Her words are cut off by me grabbing the back of her head to pull her delicious mouth to mine. She stiffens for a second before her lips part at the request of my lashing tongue. I kiss her with everything I have, a blinding embrace of tongue, lips, and hands.

I'm not the only one getting carried away. Lola is so swept away by our embrace, after curling her legs around my waist, she grinds down on my stiffened shaft, not the least bit worried that we're being indecent in public—again.

When I crowd her against her car, she moans into my mouth. The millimeter of air between us is too much. I need her closer. Firmer. Beneath me. It’s been months since I’ve had sex, but abstinence isn't the reason I'm seconds from blowing my load in my pants. It's her. Lola. The woman whose killer legs stole the land from beneath my feet before her picture-perfect face utterly annihilated me.

I pull away from Lola’s tasty mouth when I hear someone chuckling. Turning toward the noise, I spot Slater sitting on his motorbike with his tattooed arms folded in front of his chest. He gives a quick nod, pleased he killed my mojo before he kicks over his bike and darts for the exit.

Once the rumble of his Harley becomes a hum, I return my attention to Lola. Her eyes are brimming with so much lust, it's the fight of my life not to reacquaint our lips. I would have if I hadn't promised to keep illegal activities on the down-low only two hours ago.

Kissing isn't illegal...unless you’re kissing a girl with lips as sinful as Lola's.

Chapter Fifty-One

Lola

“Can I get fries with that shake?”

I continue for the cash register, ignoring Bill’s fifth attempt to flirt with me today. “If I hear that pathetic pickup line one more time today, I’ll charge you double.”

“Or I could take him outside and teach him some manners.”

With my heart pumping out a funky tune, my eyes rocket to the person defending me. I know that voice. I know it very well.

My intuition is proven spot on when my eyes land on Jacob. His elbows are propped onto the bar, and he’s shooting daggers at Bill. His hunched position has the cuffs on his shirt riding high on his thick biceps, exposing to Bill and his half a dozen friends that he’ll have no issues delivering the threat he just served.

Although his pledge of protection floods my nether regions with wetness, Bill is harmless. “That won’t be necessary; will it, Bill?”

When I hand Bill his change, he shakes his head before scampering back to the table he occupies a minimum three times a week. His footing is so unsteady, half the beer I just pulled for him lands on the floor. Mercifully, the peanut shells coating the battered wood mop up the mess on my behalf.

Once Bill’s friends join him, I shift my focus to Jacob. “What are you doing here?”

It’s been two weeks since we last kissed, so I pull his lips to mine by the scruff of his shirt. We kiss like drunken cheers aren’t floating around us, only stopping when Jacob murmurs two words I thought I’d never hear. “Noah’s awake.”

I inch back, my mouth tingling in both euphoria and annoyance. Excited by his confession. Annoyed his mouth is no longer on mine. “Really?”

He nibbles my lips, my chin, and my ear before murmuring, "Yes."

With a squeal, I throw a tea towel in his face before hightailing it to Pete’s office. “Your car or mine?”

“Mine,” Jacob replies a mere second before I burst into Pete’s domain.

Halfway to Ravenshoe, my gaze shifts from the bright blue sky to Jacob. Since excitement has been clutching my throat the past thirty-five minutes, none of the millions of questions flooding my head has had a chance to be asked until now. “When did he wake up?”

After grasping my hand in his, Jacob pulls it over until it’s resting on his thigh. “Before dawn.”

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