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His little grunt was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“Now that would be a sight to behold. You all spread out and begging me to fuck you.”

He huffed out a laugh, his hot breath tickling my ear and sending a full-body shiver through me.

He wasn’t the only one whose ears were a hotspot.

“Trust me when I say you’re the one who’d be begging me,” he drawled.

“Dream on.” I suppressed another shiver of arousal. Why was his cocky attitude so hot? I hated arrogance, and it was usuallythe best way to make me shut down and disengage, but not when it came out of Jesse’s mouth, apparently.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh?” I asked, his resigned tone knocking me free from my thoughts.

“Either get your ass into the back room so we can finish this or walk away. Otherwise I’m gonna pull your dick out right here and give everyone a show.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to go to hell and leave him hanging, but I couldn’t make myself say it.

One more time. Just to get whatever this was out of our systems.

“Fine.” I released his ass. “Let’s go.”

He froze, like he hadn’t expected me to agree.

I gave him a moment to collect his thoughts. Would he back out? That would be the ultimate victory.

“Last chance to stop this,” he said in my ear, his voice breathy.

“Asshole.” I shivered. “You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe.” He pulled his arm from my shoulders. “Lead the way.”

Before I could think about what I was doing, I grabbed his hand and took off toward the back of the club.

This was a stupid and dangerous game we were playing, but I was finding it hard to care.

I’d care later when the dust settled. But right now, all I could think about was getting Jesse in the back room and shutting him up with my cock.

9

JESSE

How the fuckhad we gotten here?

I’d come to Envy to get out of my head for a while. To try and forget about Sebastian and how messed up I’d been since that day at his cabin.

But of course he was here, looking like a snack in one of those damn tank tops that showed off his tats and a pair of dark jeans that hung low on his slender hips.

Seeing him dance with those two randoms had pissed me off more than I’d ever admit. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, either. Maybe it was because he’d invaded my safe space. Envy was where I came when I needed to escape. To get lost in the crowds and the music and just be anonymous.

But he’d ruined that, and now all I could think about was finishing what we’d started at the bar and erasing the memories of those twinks he’d danced with.

Jesus, he was a good dancer. It shouldn’t be a surprise, considering he was a singer and musician, but seeing him sway along to the music, his sinuous body catching the beat and moving in ways that should come with a warning label, had done things to me they had no business doing.

Sebastian tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me into the little hallway that led to the back rooms. We bypassed the first one, which was filled with couches and tables and used when people wanted a break from the noise and slipped into the one way in the back.

This room was used for different reasons.

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