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It takes Handsy less than fifteen to leave my sight. I relax in Mitch’s arms even more. “Well played.”

He takes a nip of my ear. “This was supposed to be a surprise until that dick decided to put his hands on you.”

“You’re here and you’re holding me. It’s the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

Mitch’s arms wrap me even closer. “How much longer do you have?”

For the first time in forever, I regret how late I have to play. “An hour.”

He pulls me away from them and continues to hold me. Boosting me back up onto the platform, Mitch swiftly follows. “Then, for the next hour, show me what you’ve got, Beats.” His lips drag up the column of my neck. “Then I’ll do the same when we get back to your room.”

Before the next song, I whirl around and kiss him with everything I’m feeling. Mitchell Clifton hasn’t just found a place in my heart. He’s the reason it’s beating.

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When all my equipment is packed away, and the owner of the club has apologized profusely under Mitch’s watchful eye for what I suffered under his security team’s watch earlier, we walk out hand in hand.

We’re striding down the alleyway heading toward the street when Mitch backs me up until the brick pushes against my back through my dress. He drops his head until it rests against mine. Running his hands over my body, his fingers slip into the cutouts. He moans, “I should find a room, leave you alone tonight.”

“Why would you do something that monumentally stupid?”

“You’ve had a rough evening, Beats.” I can read the rest of the sentence in his eyes. And I don’t want you to remember our first time like this.

I push off the wall and wrap my arms around his waist. He slides his hands into my hair and pulls my head back. “You flew here to be with me. Why?”

He panics. Scrambling for an answer, he tries to play it off. “That should be obvious.”

I laugh right in his face. “Please. We both know it isn’t for sex.”

“Quite possibly mind-blowing sex,” he corrects.

“I’ll give you that. But even mind-blowing sex isn’t going to have you flying commercial to indulge in. So, try again. Why are you here, standing in front of me?”

His celadon-colored eyes flicker shut. “I can’t lie to you.”

Gently, I squeeze him. “No. You can’t. I won’t let you.”

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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Food. Laughter. Sex. Is that really too much to ask for in a relationship?

—@PRyanPOfficial

Dude, your girlfriend is going to kill you.

—Viego Martinez, Celebrity Blogger

“I’m falling for you.”

I didn’t expect the sensations to swarm me when he finally made me his.

Mitch’s hands stroked and caressed as he slipped my dress off before dropping to his knees and unzipping the sides of my Docs. Leaving me in my panties, garter, and stockings, he remained kneeling before me, drawing me to his lips.

“You’re perfect.”

His mouth nuzzled the area between my hip bones as he slowly peeled the last layers separating me from his waiting lips. When I stood naked before him, it felt right. It felt like I was crafted for the size of his hands, the touch of his mouth, the draw of his tongue.

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