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Finally, needing breath, I drew back.

He whimpered.

Yasmine moaned.

He and I both turned toward her.

She was rubbing her clit and squeezing her nipple.

“Jesus.” Kaden let that out on a harsh breath.

I tipped his chin toward me. “You take care of her.Thisisn’t over.”

“No, I doubt we’ve seen the last of you.” He blinked. “I don’t know?—”

I kissed him quickly. Brutally. “I don’t either.”

With that, I left.

10

Yasmine

Although my duoact with Kaden had been flawless, my solo act was proving less so.

Focus.

Yeah. Because missing an element could result in a catastrophe. I wore a security line for this act—much to my consternation. The director and I fought constantly about this. I didn’t wear one with Kaden. But then we had each other. For my solo act, my moves were more complicated. More dangerous. As if that was possible. Kaden and I were at the top of our games.

I flew off the bar and sailed through the air and caught it after a flawless twirl.

The audience applauded.

I grinned.

Then stepped off the bar and caught it on my way down.

The audience gasped.

I flipped and then twisted into a sitting position.

More applause.

I finished off the routine and held on tight as Nick lowered me.

The acrobats tumbled from offstage as the audience applause carried me out of sight.

Kaden snagged my elbow and pulled me to the side. We had a final routine, but not for almost an hour—with an intermission in between.

“What the fuck, Yaz?”

I blinked. Trying for innocence.

“I don’t know?—”

“The fuck you don’t. You nearly missed that twirl.”

I huffed.

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