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“Happy to help.” He sighs. “I have a date, so I need to get ready. You going to be okay?”

I nod, feeling sure that I will be. Already am, even. “I’m fine. Enjoy your date.”

He waggles his brows. “I will.”

Chapter 13: Jack

It’s been an amazing night so far. Elyse and I shared a huge plate of dim sum before coming to this nightclub. It’s supposed to be the hottest venue in town, at least for this week. I take her hand and walk confidently past the line of people waiting. It earns me some dirty looks, but mostly, people seem excited to catch a glimpse of Jack Ford, captain of the Firebirds.

When we get to the front of the line, the bouncer gives me a nod and lets us in. I lead Elyse through the crowd, which parts for us like the Red Sea. Everyone wants to see who I’m with tonight. After that TV interview, they’ll know she’s my girlfriend. They won’t know it all started as a fake relationship and almost a joke, because there’s nothing fake about how I feel now.

The music is loud, and the bass vibrates through my chest. I pull Elyse onto the dance floor, and we start to move together. She’s a good dancer, and I’m not half bad myself. I spin her around and dip her, and she laughs, her eyes sparkling.

I lean in and kiss her, and she responds eagerly. Her lips are soft and warm, and she tastes like the strawberry daiquiri shejust finished. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I pull her closer, deepening the kiss.

People around us cheer and whistle, reminding me we’re not alone. I break the kiss and grin at her. She smiles back, her cheeks flushed.

“You want another drink?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m good. I think I’d rather go home with you.” She bites her lip, and I swear softly. “I’d rather do a different kind of dancing.”

Sweat beads my brow as I take her hand, rushing to the door. I’m not sure if it’s the heat of the club or the effect she has on me, but I’m burning up.

We get a cab and make out the whole ride to our place. I’m already hard as a rock, and I can tell she’s wet for me. When we’re stopped at a light, waiting to merge onto the freeway, I slide my hand between her thighs, easing away the elastic of her panties.

She gasps, her eyes widening before her gaze flicks to the driver. He seems immersed in the traffic, so she relaxes a little. Still, she whispers, “What are you doing?”

“Just getting a taste,” I whisper, sliding my fingers over her slick folds. She’s soaked, and I groan, my cock throbbing. I tease her clit, and she whimpers, her hips bucking.

“Oh, Jack…” Her voice is a breathy moan, and I have to fight the urge to fuck her right here in the backseat.

I keep teasing her, my fingers stroking her sensitive flesh. She’s trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, and her thighs quiver. I know she’s close, and I’m dying to feel her come apart on my hand.

The light turns green, and the cabbie merges onto the freeway. I keep my hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She’s panting, hands clenched into fists, and she’s so fucking sexy I can barely stand it.

“Come for me, Elyse,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you come.”

She cries out, her body tensing as the orgasm crashes over her. She’s not exactly silent about it, and the cab driver looks into the rearview mirror, meeting my gaze. I just smirk at him, and he quickly averts his eyes.

Elyse slumps against me, her breathing ragged. “You’re a bad man, Jack Ford.”

“You love it,” I say, kissing her forehead.

She laughs, her body still shaking. “Yeah, I do.”

When we get to the apartment, I pay the cabbie and help her out of the car. My shoulder twinges as I pull her to her feet, and I try to hide the grimace.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her eyes wide with concern.

“Fine,” I lie, taking her hand and leading her to the front door. “Just a little sore from practice today.”

She nods, but I can tell she doesn’t believe me. Once we’re inside, I lock the door and turn to face her.

Her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s so beautiful, and I can’t resist pulling her into my arms. I kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She moans, her body melting against mine.

My cock is already rock hard, and I press against her, letting her feel how much I want her. She gasps, her eyes fluttering open. She pulls away, her gaze locking with mine. “Your shoulder—”

“Is fine,” I finish for her, my lips finding hers again.

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