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Cole pinches his brow and sighs. “I would love tonottalk about my love life right now.”

“Then dance with me instead,” Rory says enthusiastically, shaking her hips as she does. Cole laughs before joining her, dancing terribly but with a smile on his face.

I turn around and wrap my arms around Knox’s neck. “You gonna dance like that with me, Slick?”

“I don’t dance, Lo. Pretty sure I actually have two left feet.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest. Leaning his lips to my ear, he whispers, “But I’m more than happy to watch you shake your ass in that dress, baby.”

I let out an involuntary moan. “I didn’t realize you even noticed my ass since you haven’t taken your eyes off my chest all night.”

Knox laughs, a low rumble that vibrates down my spine. “How could I not stare? Your tits are perfect.”

“Good to know. I’ll have to add perfect tits to my résumé.”

“Fuck that,” he growls. “Nobody but me needs to know what you’re hiding under that dress.”

I can’t help but laugh as he takes my hands in his, leading us back toward the booth. “Is Fort Knoxjealousat the thought of somebody else seeing me?”

Knox sits down in the booth and pulls me onto his lap, lips now ghosting over the skin of my neck. “What if I am? I don’t share, Harlow. Nobody gets to see what’s mine.”

“I thought this was fake.” The words flow out of me thanks to the several vodka sodas I’ve had tonight. I hate even uttering those words because, every day, this feels more real.

“Makes no difference,” he says, hand sliding under me and gripping my ass. “As long as I’m the one taking care of you,you’re mine.“ Knox trails his fingers forward, running along the seam of my soaked panties. “And you’re my dirty fucking girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He slides the fabric to the side, running his finger along my slit. “Goddamn, you’re drenched, baby.”

“Drenched for you.”

“The bar is full,” Knox says maliciously. “So it’s a good thing you’re not shy, isn’t it?”

He slips a finger inside, and I stifle a moan. “Knox…” His finger starts moving rhythmically in and out before he pushes a second finger inside. “Mmm…”

“Do you like this, Harlow?” he asks, lowering his voice and using a husky tone. “You like me fingering you in front of everyone here?”

“Yes,” I manage. “I like it, and I want another.”

I bite my lip and lowly groan as Knox presses a third finger inside. “Fuck, your pussy is just swallowing my fingers.”

“Rather have your cock,” I breathe before turning my face into his chest, groaning into his skin.

“I want you to come first, baby,” he says, repositioning his hand smoothly so his thumb can brush against my clit. “I want you to get off in a room full of people that have no idea I’m knuckles-deep inside your tight cunt right now.”

“Knox…” I moan, trying to keep my volume down. He keeps his pace, continually thrusting his fingers into me as his thumb teases circles over my clit.

I’ve never gotten off in public before.

I’ve never even wanted to.

But the possibility of us getting caught is turning me on far more than I thought it would.

There’s still a small crowd on the dancefloor, and while our booth is tucked in the corner, we’re still not more than five feet from someone else.

Anyone could see us right now. A stranger. Rory.My brother.

Knox hasn’t been touching me long, and I’m already feeling the flutters of an impending orgasm.

As he asks me again to come and hooks his fingers inside me, I fall apart, stifling my moan with his shoulder.

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