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“See what I mean?” I say, swallowing down the last of my whiskey.

Nils leans into me, kissing up my neck until he can whisper in my ear. “Everyone has a weakness. We just have to find his.”

I should be focusing on what he’s saying, what we’re trying to do, but all of my attention is on the way his kisses singe my skin. Taking his cue, I trail my tongue along the ridge of his ear. He shudders, and my cock throbs against my jeans. This always came naturally to us. It’s the talking that hasn’t. But he’s an Aquarius, so that makes sense.

I whisper close to his ear, “How the hell are you gonna find this guy’s weakness?”

“Not sure.” Nils admits. His cheeks already have the hint of a flush from the drink. Nils gets self-conscious about it, but I love the alcohol-induced blush he always gets. “Patience, I guess.”

“We don’t have time for patience. We leave for Paris the day after tomor—”

Nils grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a hard kiss, which is when I realize I hadn’t whispered any of that. Discretion has never been a strength of mine.

He adjusts our position slightly so he can watch the man over my shoulder while he keeps my mouth busy. I try not to be offended that he’s able to pay attention to something else while my lips are on his, but I’m an insecure shithead. Especially since we haven’t had much time together lately. I feel better after finally opening up to him, but he’s spent every night since then in the nest with Meggie, and it’s getting to me.

I drag a hand slowly up his thigh and deepen the kiss, brushing my tongue over his, watching him carefully. My other hand climbs up his back and into his hair. Nils always loves when I play with his hair. That’s what finally tips him over the edge. His eyes roll back. His hands clutch the front of my shirt and pull me closer. We kiss like we’re starving for each other. Which I am. I haven’t kissed him since that night in the jacuzzi when I told him about my bet and confessed I love him.

I take out all that frustration on him now. Tugging his hair hard, I suck his tongue and bite his lip. He moans and I push my palm so high up his thigh that my thumb brushes his length. His hard length. He’s mine now. It might have taken a screw up to get him here and alone, but I almost think it was worth it for this kiss.

“I missed you,” I moan into Nils’s mouth.

“I’m right here.”

The sound of breaking glass pulls us apart. Glenn has the blonde man slammed against the wall, his forearm at his throat. “You want to cancel a bet, you pay double for it.”

Shit! Double? That answers our question about Glenn’s policy on canceling bets. He’s not going to be reasonable about this.

It’s illegal for athletes to bet on their own games in the first place, let alone a bet of this size with a guy that could break my kneecaps and probably enjoy doing it. I wish I could go back in time and kick my own ass for even thinking about being this stupid.

While I try to think of other options, two beefy alphas drag the offending gambler off. Glenn catches the bartender’s eye and places a bill on the table. The bartender turns up the music, and it drowns out whatever is happening in the next room.

“Guess I was right about the risk to my kneecaps,” I try to joke, but it comes out slightly strangled.

Nils shivers, a mix of adrenaline, fear, and a spark of arousal I can feel from where my hand still rests on his thigh. Is it possible my man gets off on a touch of danger?

“Should we wait and talk to him?” I ask.

His eyes burn with a dark intensity I’ve only seen once before—when Meggie was taken. “I’m not letting you anywhere near that man ever again.”

Seeing Nils worked up and protective over me is a rush unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. We’re both alphas, used to power, but right now I want to drop to my knees in submission to him. It’s like the first time we were together, when Nils surprised me with his dominance and rocked my world. I feel the same burn in my chest that I felt then. The same fiery arousal making my dick pulse.

“What do you want to do, alpha?” I ask.

His chest swells when I give him the honorific. “First, we’re going to go out in the alley and you’re going to suck my cock like a good boy.”

“Mmm, yeah.” I groan, grip the back of his neck, and kiss him hard.

Nils smiles when we break apart. “Then, we’re gonna win the Olympics.”

6

Harrison

Ihate flying. Being stuffed on an airplane surrounded by the scent of hundreds of people is my worst nightmare.

“Shut the fuck up and sit down,” I snap at Dante, who’s standing in the aisle helping Meggie with her bag and talking about going to see the Versailles gardens.

Meggie slides behind him and sets her hand on my arm. “You okay?”

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