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“Don't make me tell you to fuck off,” I said jokingly. I'd seen him naked plenty of times before. My cock was more than amatch for his. I had nothing to worry about in that department. Neither did he, if I was honest.

“You wouldn't do that to me,” he said, smiling that smile of his that made him look a lot more innocent than he actually was.

I couldn't help remembering him lying on top of Chelsea, having just come inside her. The groans as he orgasmed, echoed through my ears. Almost as compelling as hers.

The memory made my cock stir in the front of my pants. Couple that with the way it felt to be buried deep inside her this morning. So fucking good and tight. Such a relief after having soaped her up in the bath and rinsed her off. I'd washed her hair, between her legs, everywhere. At each moment, battling with the desire to join her in the bath and sink into her.

I was no gentleman, but last night I had to pretend. I had to contain myself, to keep from doing something I'd regret. Now I had her consent, I didn't have to hold back next time. But last night, I had no choice. Last night I had to be one of the good guys. Better that than having to grovel later for her forgiveness.

Storm Keller didn't grovel.

I was careful to walk the line so I didn't fuck up in the first place. Sometimes that line was thin as hell.

“I'd think about it,” I said. Along with a bunch of other things I’d do to him. It might be time to stop fighting my attraction to Daniel Frost. Stop fighting and admit I wanted to fuck him boneless.

“You know how to hurt a guy,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” I replied. “And I know how to make you enjoy every second of it.”

He gaped at me for a few long moments before Coach called us over to start on drills.

Chapter Sixteen

Chelsea

“We're goingto miss you. Are you sure you won't stay for a while longer?” Divina pouted. Her purple hair was held back in a messy bun. Her eyebrow piercing glinted in the light from the phone permanently glued to her hand.

“I'm sure,” I said. “Tonight will be my last night.” I'd miss dancing at Flirts, but I wanted to concentrate on medicine now. The hours I was putting into both had become exhausting and, thanks to Storm, I'd be all right for money for a while.

“You know you can come back any time.” She gave me a hug. “I'll always make room for you on the roster. The customers are going to miss youalmostas much as I will.”

“They probably won't even notice.” I hugged her back.

“Of course they will,” she insisted. “The other girls are amazing, but they aren't you.”

I caught a hint of movement behind her and looked over her shoulder to see Ivy glare at me.

For some reason, the stunning blonde had taken a dislike to me. I had no idea why. She was talented, beautiful and captivating. I'd never done anything to her, and she had no reason to be jealous of me that I was aware of.

I smiled at her anyway, but she curled her lip and turned away. Whatever her problem was, it was hers. I wasn't going to make it mine.

“Get up on that stage and shake your booty one last time,” Divina said. “If you're really going to leave us, then you better make it count.”

“When do I not?” I smiled.

I sat down to push my feet into my stilettos and stepped out onto the stage. I wasn't surprised to see Storm, Frost and Dallas at the front of the stage.

Storm looked like he was proud of me, as though he might in some way take credit for my performance.

Frost was smiling, more relaxed than I'd seen him before.

Ivy walked past him and gave him a long glance, but he didn't seem to notice.

I remembered that they'd spent time in one of the private rooms together. Ivy might have been hoping for a second round.

He seemed oblivious to the fact she still existed. Was that what had her pissed off at me? No, she'd always been terse with me. Whatever. I probably wouldn't see her again after tonight.

Dallas stood beside Frost, his hands at his sides, framing the bulge that strained the front of his pants. His eyes were glued to me like I was the only person sharing the planet with him. The club could have erupted in a riot and he wouldn't have noticed. Every drop of his attention was on me.

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