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“I’m sure I can find something.” She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me in thanks.

CHAPTER 48

LEAH

“We’re not going,” Sawyer says from his place on my bed when I walk out of the bathroom.

“What?” My eyes grow wide, and my movements freeze in shock.

“Let’s just stay home and see how many different positions I can put you in while you’re wearing that skirt.” I roll my eyes when he gives me a devilish smirk. Then I turn to look in the mirror again.

“Should I change? It’s too much, isn’t it. I should wear something else.” I look in my full-length mirror and begin messing with the zipper on my skirt when he rushes over to stop me.

“Don’t you dare take this skirt off.” He plants a kiss on the spot right behind my ear that makes my brain swim.

“Is it too short? What if?—”

“Stop right there. Look.” He nods to the mirror, standing behind me like a shadow.

“Forget where we’re going, and that anyone else is going to be there. How do you feel? In what you’re wearing right now, with it being just me and you.” I drag my eyes away from the reflection of his and take in my appearance again–from the booties I’m wearing, to the black bouncy skirt, to the corset top, all the way to my hair and makeup—and I smile.

“I feel…good, confident, kinda sexy.” My cheeks heat at the small admission.

“Very sexy,” he corrects. “Then keep it on. I know how to fight, baby, I didn’t spend half of last season in the penalty box for nothing. So, if you’re comfortable in this when it’s just the two of us, then I’ll make you feel like we’re the only ones there.” He winks at me, letting his hands glide down over my hips.

“Sound good?” I’m practically panting when his fingers tease just inside the hemline of my skirt.

“Yes,” I breathe the word out, trying to keep my composure as he kisses and bites on my neck.

We may never make it to this club…

We make it to Fr33style…eventually, and I can’t get over the surreal feeling of being out—at a club—with Sawyer.

“Sawyer Clark.” Sawyer gives his name to the bouncer, keeping his hand wrapped protectively around my waist as we pass the line that is so long it disappears behind the back of the building. I glance around and see girls eyeing him, whispering and giggling as they take him in.

I can’t blame them; I’d be doing the same damn thing if I were them. Hell, I was them for so many years. I look up at him and he gives me a flirty wink, and I can’t help the satisfaction I feel knowing I’m his. I’m no longer the girl wishing he’d look my way and fantasizing about him in the most secret parts of my mind.

Now I’m the girl that he loves, that he’s brought to a club to help her live out a missed college experience and the one he’s scared to lose—and that knowledge is empowering. Which is why their whispers and ogling don’t make me feel insecure like they once would have, but they make me feel that much more confident.

I reach up on my toes and plant a chaste kiss to his cheek, but he pulls me in to kiss me harder, taking my breath away when he does. It only lasts a moment, but it still has the power behind it to consume me.

“Enjoy your night.” The bouncer says, releasing the rope from in front of us.

I look over my shoulder at the girls who have their mouths hung open and crushed expressions on their faces and shoot them a wink before turning to walk into the building, with Sawyer’s hand on my ass.

“You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he whispers in my ear, sending chills racing down my spine.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I feign innocence, but he pulls me into him harder, demanding every bit of my attention to be on him.

“Go ahead and play innocent, baby, but I’m all yours.” He leans in, letting his lips brush along the shell of my ear. “And it makes me hard as fuck knowing you want to remind the world of that.” He nips at my ear before kissing me in a way that leaves no room for question about who he belongs to.

“Damn dude, looks like you should have just stayed home,” someone says, interrupting our world muting kiss.

“Matty, so glad you guys could make it.” Sawyer greets him and that’s when my eyes find Lyssa’s.

“Hi, long time no see.” Lyssa smiles, leaning in to hug me. “Hey there, Cowboy,” she greets Sawyer and I feel his grip tighten on me.

I had almost forgotten how much of an ass I’d been about her—to myself of course—when I thought she and Sawyer were dating.

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